So it happened about right after school. I was walking together with some friends, there were about four of us (three of them were my friends, the other was a girl I knew from school).
As we were walking, we passed a darkish-brown house, and then I noticed a tall, dark man, who was in standing in his front yard, staring at us, like we would be 'perfect' for his new collection of young, innocent children.
He was Caucasian, dark-blonde; presumably in his mid-20s, and few inches more bigger than me.
So, as we walked past his house, he started to wave at us. Just a simple, old, casual wave.
I smiled back, then continued to walk down the street, pacing a tad bit faster this time. Just when I was hoping he wouldn't say anything (I'm an extremely awkward person), I heard a voice ask us if we would like to eat some candy.
I turned, and I saw the same man who was standing in his front yard; tall, dark, caucasian, wearing sunglasses.
I didn't seem to really understand his question at first; and I was beginning to feel intimidated. He was starting to give me the impression that he was a pedophile.
I didn't how to reply to his question at all, so I continued to walk past the street, hurriedly this time. But he didn't stop there; He started to chase us down the lane--we ran for our lives.
We eventually made a it a few kilometres, and so we finally turned around to see if he was still chasing us. He was gone.
As we continued to walk down the street, I noticed something strange in the corner of my eye. It had appeared to be a black car, with one of those shaded windows where you can't see inside. I had a bad feeling about it.
Suddenly, the car brakes where slammed beside us, and I saw the same man who chased us down the street. He was holding what looked like one of those large garbage bin bags.
The man grabbed the girl who was walking with us (who I only recently found out her name), shoving the bin-bag over her head. The rest of us; completely HORRIFIED at the scene, ran, while we still could.
I didn't even bother to turn my face until we reached the end of the street. I have no idea what happened to the girl after that; all I heard was a small fade of screaming in the distance before I left the street.
NOTE: The authorities HAVE been notified.
Oh my god....that's terrible! What kind of sicko would do that? Oh yeah, that's our sick, ****ed up world for ya.
So it happened about right after school. I was walking together with some friends, there were about four of us (three of them were my friends, the other was a girl I knew from school).
As we were walking, we passed a darkish-brown house, and then I noticed a tall, dark man, who was in standing in his front yard, staring at us, like we would be 'perfect' for his new collection of young, innocent children.
He was Caucasian, dark-blonde; presumably in his mid-20s, and few inches more bigger than me.
So, as we walked past his house, he started to wave at us. Just a simple, old, casual wave.
I smiled back, then continued to walk down the street, pacing a tad bit faster this time. Just when I was hoping he wouldn't say anything (I'm an extremely awkward person), I heard a voice ask us if we would like to eat some candy.
I turned, and I saw the same man who was standing in his front yard; tall, dark, caucasian, wearing sunglasses.
I didn't seem to really understand his question at first; and I was beginning to feel intimidated. He was starting to give me the impression that he was a pedophile.
I didn't how to reply to his question at all, so I continued to walk past the street, hurriedly this time. But he didn't stop there; He started to chase us down the lane--we ran for our lives.
We eventually made a it a few kilometres, and so we finally turned around to see if he was still chasing us. He was gone.
As we continued to walk down the street, I noticed something strange in the corner of my eye. It had appeared to be a black car, with one of those shaded windows where you can't see inside. I had a bad feeling about it.
Suddenly, the car brakes where slammed beside us, and I saw the same man who chased us down the street. He was holding what looked like one of those large garbage bin bags.
The man grabbed the girl who was walking with us (who I only recently found out her name), shoving the bin-bag over her head. The rest of us; completely HORRIFIED at the scene, ran, while we still could.
I didn't even bother to turn my face until we reached the end of the street. I have no idea what happened to the girl after that; all I heard was a small fade of screaming in the distance before I left the street.
So it happened about right after school. I was walking together with some friends, there were about four of us (three of them were my friends, the other was a girl I knew from school).
As we were walking, we passed a darkish-brown house, and then I noticed a tall, dark man, who was in standing in his front yard, staring at us, like we would be 'perfect' for his new collection of young, innocent children.
He was Caucasian, dark-blonde; presumably in his mid-20s, and few inches more bigger than me.
So, as we walked past his house, he started to wave at us. Just a simple, old, casual wave.
I smiled back, then continued to walk down the street, pacing a tad bit faster this time. Just when I was hoping he wouldn't say anything (I'm an extremely awkward person), I heard a voice ask us if we would like to eat some candy.
I turned, and I saw the same man who was standing in his front yard; tall, dark, caucasian, wearing sunglasses.
I didn't seem to really understand his question at first; and I was beginning to feel intimidated. He was starting to give me the impression that he was a pedophile.
I didn't how to reply to his question at all, so I continued to walk past the street, hurriedly this time. But he didn't stop there; He started to chase us down the lane--we ran for our lives.
We eventually made a it a few kilometres, and so we finally turned around to see if he was still chasing us. He was gone.
As we continued to walk down the street, I noticed something strange in the corner of my eye. It had appeared to be a black car, with one of those shaded windows where you can't see inside. I had a bad feeling about it.
Suddenly, the car brakes where slammed beside us, and I saw the same man who chased us down the street. He was holding what looked like one of those large garbage bin bags.
The man grabbed the girl who was walking with us (who I only recently found out her name), shoving the bin-bag over her head. The rest of us; completely HORRIFIED at the scene, ran, while we still could.
I didn't even bother to turn my face until we reached the end of the street. I have no idea what happened to the girl after that; all I heard was a small fade of screaming in the distance before I left the street.
You should think more than twice, to ask me about playing the PS2 when the room is a pig sty! No games until it's cleaned up. You have too much clothes and junk. And you think I'm hoarder, look at the freaking ground even your bag of Halloween is still reachable to the dogs!
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If you cannot handle me at my pumpkin spiciest, you do not deserve me at my pumpkin sweetest
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I can tell...It's not really hard to tell...That my life is going back to the way it was, by myself...I can't possibly make friends neither can I keep them, it's that cycle again...I'm really tired of this, I just want to be put in some sort of stasis, some sort of coma...But I'm not allowed mercy from this pain, I'm meant to have it, I'm meant to get stronger...I meant to do something with it...And I have no fricking clue what it is...And it's killing me, and I try to talk to people but no one talks to me like they used to except for rare times...And I try...People open up to me at first then shut me out...And I understand that, but it happens more and more frequent with my friends that soon they stop talking to me...I hate who I am...And not just in one way like personality or how I think...I mean in every way...I don't understand my place in this world, I'm too slow on my reactions or thinking to do some stuff properly...I want to lay down and give up...But I don't, I stand up despite the two knives that are stuck in my legs and the burden I carry on my shoulders in a metaphorical term...I bleed out...I'm getting killed...I'm going insane...Things are starting to freeze over....What am I? What do I do? Why? Please...Let me lay down...Let me sleep until whatever end comes...Just let me give up.
--- Like fallen snow, I lay on the ground and wait for my turn to fade away, no matter how unique I seem. It's my gift to you... A true sacrifice...
So, about three hours ago, I was feeling tired (I got almost no sleep) and I decided to go to my room to nap. THREE HOURS LATER...i wake up to find out I locked the door (which can only be locked from the inside) and...I never did that....
My heart is shattered. Even more so after what I found out this morning.
I don't know what to do.
I feel hurt, angry, upset, confused, betrayed, unloved.
I trusted you.
I loved you with all my heart.
I would do anything for you.
Yet you sacrificed what he had to save someone, and maybe the other.
Did we even have anything?
Or was it all a lie?
I've never felt so worthless.
I don't know if I can believe or trust you anymore.
Part of me says yes, part of me says no. I'm in the middle, and I don't know what to do anymore.
I don't know.
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What... what does this all mean?
You get in a fight with one guy, and every other boy that used to be friends with me turns on me?
But now that we aren't friends anymore I seem so much less popular... like the only reason people liked me was... was because they knew we were friends. I know, I'm probably overthrowing this, but I feel like I'm not.
So it happened about right after school. I was walking together with some friends, there were about four of us (three of them were my friends, the other was a girl I knew from school).
As we were walking, we passed a darkish-brown house, and then I noticed a tall, dark man, who was in standing in his front yard, staring at us, like we would be 'perfect' for his new collection of young, innocent children.
He was Caucasian, dark-blonde; presumably in his mid-20s, and few inches more bigger than me.
So, as we walked past his house, he started to wave at us. Just a simple, old, casual wave.
I smiled back, then continued to walk down the street, pacing a tad bit faster this time. Just when I was hoping he wouldn't say anything (I'm an extremely awkward person), I heard a voice ask us if we would like to eat some candy.
I turned, and I saw the same man who was standing in his front yard; tall, dark, caucasian, wearing sunglasses.
I didn't seem to really understand his question at first; and I was beginning to feel intimidated. He was starting to give me the impression that he was a pedophile.
I didn't how to reply to his question at all, so I continued to walk past the street, hurriedly this time. But he didn't stop there; He started to chase us down the lane--we ran for our lives.
We eventually made a it a few kilometres, and so we finally turned around to see if he was still chasing us. He was gone.
As we continued to walk down the street, I noticed something strange in the corner of my eye. It had appeared to be a black car, with one of those shaded windows where you can't see inside. I had a bad feeling about it.
Suddenly, the car brakes where slammed beside us, and I saw the same man who chased us down the street. He was holding what looked like one of those large garbage bin bags.
The man grabbed the girl who was walking with us (who I only recently found out her name), shoving the bin-bag over her head. The rest of us; completely HORRIFIED at the scene, ran, while we still could.
I didn't even bother to turn my face until we reached the end of the street. I have no idea what happened to the girl after that; all I heard was a small fade of screaming in the distance before I left the street.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
I feel so horrible right now.
Then again, people don't care.
I have nothing to live for right now.
But I can't say why because they're watching what I post.
They're waiting for the moment to make me feel like crap for feeling depressed.
If I died today, they'd be freakin' happy. They'd say, "Well, she won't be a burden to us anymore. Now we can be truly happy without her!"
And that other lady? Oh, she'd be ECSTATIC if I died. She'd tell everyone, "She won't be bothering us anymore! Now we won't have to deal with such a nuisance like her!"
If I don't have the gall to kill myself, why can't someone kill me for me? Or better yet, why can't the purge just happen for one day over here so I can get myself killed by someone else?
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Happiness comes from pain. If you do not get through the pain, you do not get the happiness in the long run.
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