The day is September the 19th, in the year 2013, and the time is 8:24pm.

~Taking a moment to collect her thoughts, she adjust the imaginary cigarette in her mouth and sighs. Exhaling deeply, her eyes roll up towards the heavens then plummet back down to the cold, unforgiving earth. ~

So I realized I prefered tea over coffee.

That I was partial to peppermint, hibiscus, and early grey tea.

That is not to say that I didn't enjoy the taste of coffee.

I did love pumpkin spiced coffee's.

I realize that this is a small insignificant detail about me. 

But I figured I'd let you know about it anyways.

Today I spent my time doing nothing of any great worth.

I played some of my favorite games, mainly out of habit and memory then enjoyment.

I do suppose it was something of a mild distraction, but as usual, I was surrounded by unskilled buffons.

So thus I quit early, the rest of the time has been spent listening to the same damned playlist over and over.

I do firmly believe, that if this playlist could talk, it would scream out "Kill me, please!"

Trust me Mr.Playlist, you'll get your rest soon.

The rest of the time was spent removing a gratuitous amount of people from my Skype, that or blocking the rare few who I want to be around for a final goodbye.

I feel the need to list the people who've made living just a tad bit easier, even if they are no longer here with me.

Thank you

(In no order)

Simon.

Linus Andren.

Issac Youn.

Joel Youn & Jessi Kang.

Ella Rose

T. (Killed himself on September 2013)

Educator. (Killed himself  on September 2013)

Wits End.

Philip. (Killed himself on September 2013)

DG.

Toothfairy / (tf?)

Jason.

My little dongseng.

Matthew aka Tim Burton.

Chris Burgress.

Justin Han.

Tarrragon Burgress

Brendon Hendrix.

Yizzien Olonrae.

Ross Markusen.

Kyo Kipp.

Taylor Meredith (Steffy!)

Elizabeth Joy.

The rest of my time was spent with talking to a man by the name of Wits End and a russian bloke named Vlad.

Suffering the beration of me mum, which lead to me crying due to the feeling of worthlessness she makes me feel.

I wish she could understand the struggle I'm going through and how I'm drowning.

But she's too old and too tired to really care.

I hope she reads this one day and realizes that she never saw the pain in me.

So let me speak directly here.\

"You treated me like shit. Every time I tried to disagree or offer a counterpoint you threw a fit.

99% of the time this so called attitude was not real.

That you words hurt, that your gtfo my house crippled me more.

I was your daughter, and each time I speak with you, I do it behind a wall.

You could have an amazing relationship with me, but you always made me feel like a burden.

That nothing I DID was ever good enough to sate you.

Well, you LOST OUT.

||Memory: The First Abandonment.||
I must have been very little, probably around the age of five or six.

I recall that you had to take my brother to school, perhaps some function, then off to work.

I remember driving through the woods to a large house, I want to say log house.

There I spent what seemed an eternity there, I had my naps and my lunch and dinner.

It was getting dark, I remember the lady calling my mother.

Trying to figure out where she was.

I cried and cried, fearing that I had been forgotten.

I had no one but this strange lady to comfort me.

It started to get darker, night was approaching fast.

Then my mother showed up just before the sun was casting its final ten minute show.

I saw the look in her eyes, the look that said it all.

She had forgotten me.

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Skeletons under the Moon

He witnessed the dance of 

exsanguination

.

Under thy starry light, he fell pray.

Eyes alit under the hypnosis of pale feet.

For it spun intoxicated under the crescent moon.

He witnessed the dance of exsanguination

Deep under the diamond studded veil. 

So daft did he become under such scintillating sweetness.

Unfurling blossoms played thief on his sight,

While tears of hottest salt stole hers.

He witnessed the dance of exsanguination.

Under the starry light, he fell pray.

Enchanted with the gems of reddest hue,

That spilt most unhindered forth from her trembling lips.

Yet, still he watched in rapture at the decoration of her dance.

This is her struggle to be free from the burning cage.

Under the starry light, he fell pray.

Eyes alit under the hypnosis of pale feet.

Body lay frozen to her plight under the spell.

Within thy wind, her cries of desperation rung blended.

The night had become her enemy, for it had taken her wholeness.

She was but a puppet, and he was the obsessed spectator whose,

Eyes alit under the hypnosis of pale feet.

For it spun intoxicated under the crescent moon.

Till nothing but a brittle skeleton was left in her place.

Yet the skeleton would dance to the beat unheard.

Her joints dryly cracking along the currents of the breeze.

The final chorus one of a danser macabre.

For it spun intoxicated under the crescent moon.

Well it's been a pleasure.

I'm going to go sit in a warm bath and try to slice open my femoral artery.