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Journal Entry: Thu Jun 30, 2005, 7:34 AM
I closed the journal.
Why hadnt she told me all these things?
What could have possibly happened that she would keep such secrets from me?
My love my Charlotte...keeping secrets.
I smiled as i thought of her.
I kept secrets too.
Maybe she knew that and wanted a few of her own.
Could the woman she write of be the woman that her mother saw at the funeral that gave her the book?
I need to call her.....hmmm but not now.
I must grab my bag of things and go.
I have to leave and see the room.
I can read later. I have decided to put the book inside my jacket for safe keeping.
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part 4
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Journal Entry: Thu Jul 7, 2005, 6:46 AM
The massive tires of my four wheel drive pickup skidded as i pulled into the drive way. Our drive way. Our home. What used to be our home.
I jumped out of my truck and walked the stone walk way to the front door. I slid the key into the silver lock of the old victorian door.
I pushed it open.
Inside was what i had not taken yet. The huge couch in the living room and the stove and piano.
It was funny smelling like a rotten bananna but it didnt crowd the room it just lingered. The
mold had taken the living room over as well. I could see black blotches on the walls near the fl
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Journal Entry: Thu Jul 7, 2005, 7:55 AM
The room was small about the size of a large closet. I walked in and saw the room with its black mold and spots of green wall peaking through. And I saw the place in the floor where I had found her. I pulled out of my plastic bag a huge window cleaner. I started scraping the walls. The mold fell off and I saw the green become brighter and brighter, all the spiders were dead so I was not worried about them.
I was almost done with my task when I could hear someone behind me. I turned to look and saw no one. I could hear noises but no one was behind me or in the room.
Tiredness o
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story i am working on. I have many other fragments as well i just need to put them together.
WARNING this story contains violence, death, suicide, witchcraft, demonic beings and has either erotic or sexual themes. If these things disturb you then dont read. If they dont then read on. I am not sure of the rating or whatever on this site so i wont post anything overly out there until i know its okay for me to post it.
She could have lived but she gave up. Didn’t she?
My heart was lonely and isolated as I sat alone on my couch
in my living room. I had been in my own world among my own
thoughts. I had tried to ur delusional escape into myself but that definitely
was never going to fix things. My mind bounced from one thing
to the next like a ping pong ball. I veered off into that place
between awake and asleep where it’s a day dream but not.
ournal,
I cant give up. I wont. They lied to me. Those idiots. They lied and now i cant do a thing to save her. And will he understand?
That she was something i treasured.
That her glowing skin overcame me and i saw in her eyes something strange. A energy worth stealing.
Yes Stealing. Me a theif. But i did it. I stole it. And now she is in some instution and grow up everyone is blaming me and everyone says we should stop, that we are damming ourselves and this community. But how? They said that they were in this for good and now like little children they back away
morning again. Wished that i could have been drawing alone instead. I feel like my life is nothing but some written script. I wish i had a typewriter to make it all different. Wish i had some thing to be obsessed over. Something to immerse myself into and just stay with the omg u suck so bad obsession until it made me sick. Wish i could chisel the stone thats sitting inside my mind. It calls to me to chip away. But i need the reason. If i have no reason then whats the use? its just a stone. Its just a thing that i cant magically change. I try so hard but every time i think i get somewhere my dreams just bring me down. I climb and i climb the ladder but every time i go a step i just fall
WARNING this story contains violence, death, suicide, witchcraft, demonic beings and has either erotic or sexual themes. If these things disturb you then dont read. If they dont then read on. I am not sure of the rating or whatever on this site so i wont post anything overly out there until i know its okay for me to post it.
She could have lived but she gave up. Didn’t she?
My heart was lonely and isolated as I sat alone on my couch
in my living room. I had been in my own world among my own
thoughts. I had tried to ur delusional escape into myself but that definitely
was never going to fix things. My mind bounced from one thing
to the next like a ping pong ball. I veered off into that place
between awake and asleep where it’s a day dream but not.
ournal,
I cant give up. I wont. They lied to me. Those idiots. They lied and now i cant do a thing to save her. And will he understand?
That she was something i treasured.
That her glowing skin overcame me and i saw in her eyes something strange. A energy worth stealing.
Yes Stealing. Me a theif. But i did it. I stole it. And now she is in some instution and grow up everyone is blaming me and everyone says we should stop, that we are damming ourselves and this community. But how? They said that they were in this for good and now like little children they back away
morning again. Wished that i could have been drawing alone instead. I feel like my life is nothing but some written script. I wish i had a typewriter to make it all different. Wish i had some thing to be obsessed over. Something to immerse myself into and just stay with the omg u suck so bad obsession until it made me sick. Wish i could chisel the stone thats sitting inside my mind. It calls to me to chip away. But i need the reason. If i have no reason then whats the use? its just a stone. Its just a thing that i cant magically change. I try so hard but every time i think i get somewhere my dreams just bring me down. I climb and i climb the ladder but every time i go a step i just fall
Hello everyone!
Just wanted to say hi.
Just wanted to say hi.
hey i have a new website
gonna post some more stuff today
you are very very welcome
thanks for the 
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