I'm avoiding the question a little (I have a habbit of avoiding things that make me sad). Tomorrow's the 16th. Big day. My best bud (I got many of those so don't be sad chances are you are if you're my friend you're in that categorie), well it's her birthday and my girlfriend (I'm bi thank you and I rarely feel anything akin to romantic to begin with so with the few people I feel that way with, gender shouldn't make it any harder), she's having her birthday party...And it's the one year aniversary of my grandmother's death.
The question is, what do I do? I don't want to spoil my friends' big days and i can't shake the sad feeling I'm having. (telling me to tell them is out of the question, they'd understand but I don't want them to feel bad for me on their happy days, they should be carefree and happy and all that jazz)
I posted some of my stories (2 suck, 2 are mediocre, and 1 is my baby). I've got more writing junk to put up and I will, not today or tomorrow (I'll still come back on, just probably not post anything). I'll update Lost as Never Lost ch. 1 part-some-number and keep that up until I reach ch.2, which I've already finished (just gotta post).
If you didn't catch me saying it at anyother moment, I really don't write happy stories, I happen to find killing off my characters entertaining(don't take that sadistically or otherwise, I don't kill them off if I hadn't planed to at the verystart and in a lot of cases they are already dead to begin with so who cares if the dead guy dies?)
Tell me what to do if you catch this before 2pm tomorrow. (that's when the party starts) ^-^
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If I promise not to kill you
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"Everything in this house is nuts, but your parents. They are totally nuts!"
- my Dad
...and ~LenoreLovers!
Co-owner of ~Curtrik
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It's in the blood, it's in the blood.
I met my love before I was born.
He wanted love. I taste of blood.
He bit my lip and drank my war
from years before, from years before.
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Weeeeeeeeeeee! ^-^ It ain't that funny, but whatever.
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It's in the blood, it's in the blood.
I met my love before I was born.
He wanted love. I taste of blood.
He bit my lip and drank my war
from years before, from years before.
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