Status: On Hold 'Til I Update the Other Story - Sowwz
Shadow Born
I'm not going to lie, I'm shit at descriptions.
Dearstupid diary,
I don’t know why I bother with this thing, I swear. But here I am writing, for the third time this week. I don’t think I’ve even properly introduced myself yet either. Well, you stupid inanimate object that couldn’t care if you tried, my name is Anastasia. I have no idea who my parents are seeing as I’ve lived in an orphanage most of my life. That is until I met someone. I don’t know how, but he got me out of there, no questions asked, and for that, I thought he was my savior. Oh, how wrong I was. I’m staying with him currently, but it’s worse than the orphanage. I mean, at least I had a couple friends there. Anywho, I’m not going to stay here much longer if I can do anything about it. Since I have no friends to tell my secrets to, and I’m certainly not going to tellhim, I’ve decided I need to write it out. Because these feelings I’m having as of late are not normal. I’m not normal. I can feel it. There’s something.. missing from my life. Something big, but I just can’t put my finger on it. Maybe I’m meant to do something with my life. Maybe I shouldn’t have a life at all. Well, I won’t be able to finish my little discussion because the mutt is back. I’ll fill you in on why I call him mutt later.
-Curious as always,
Ana
What do I have to do
or who do I have to kill,
to get what I want... what I need?
Happiness is an emotion
I was born to this world without.
Nothing pleases me.
I can never be satiated.
Through this toil I will breed my own distress
and destroy my best hopes;
fuck up the only things (that I love).
I watched my aspirations crash into the ground
on the backs of the angels that I've slain.
But I meant so well;
I tried so hard;
gave every bit of my soul;
to what end?
Lyrics courtesy of Atreyu; A Song For the Optimists
Everything in this story is mine except a few of the names. I got those from a video game because they sounded cool. Anyways, don't steal. Kthnx and enjoy.
Dearstupid diary,
I don’t know why I bother with this thing, I swear. But here I am writing, for the third time this week. I don’t think I’ve even properly introduced myself yet either. Well, you stupid inanimate object that couldn’t care if you tried, my name is Anastasia. I have no idea who my parents are seeing as I’ve lived in an orphanage most of my life. That is until I met someone. I don’t know how, but he got me out of there, no questions asked, and for that, I thought he was my savior. Oh, how wrong I was. I’m staying with him currently, but it’s worse than the orphanage. I mean, at least I had a couple friends there. Anywho, I’m not going to stay here much longer if I can do anything about it. Since I have no friends to tell my secrets to, and I’m certainly not going to tellhim, I’ve decided I need to write it out. Because these feelings I’m having as of late are not normal. I’m not normal. I can feel it. There’s something.. missing from my life. Something big, but I just can’t put my finger on it. Maybe I’m meant to do something with my life. Maybe I shouldn’t have a life at all. Well, I won’t be able to finish my little discussion because the mutt is back. I’ll fill you in on why I call him mutt later.
-Curious as always,
Ana
What do I have to do
or who do I have to kill,
to get what I want... what I need?
Happiness is an emotion
I was born to this world without.
Nothing pleases me.
I can never be satiated.
Through this toil I will breed my own distress
and destroy my best hopes;
fuck up the only things (that I love).
I watched my aspirations crash into the ground
on the backs of the angels that I've slain.
But I meant so well;
I tried so hard;
gave every bit of my soul;
to what end?
Lyrics courtesy of Atreyu; A Song For the Optimists
Everything in this story is mine except a few of the names. I got those from a video game because they sounded cool. Anyways, don't steal. Kthnx and enjoy.