Saturday, February 5, 2011

I will finish what was started

I finished ordeal 8, and nine was today.


My taget for 8 was a girl I know named Phoebe. Slightly chubby girl, you know the type. Just too chubby to be lusted after but not chubby enough to not be a little cute. Shes been crushing on me for a long time now, and she was this easiest target.

It was very easy, but it makes me feel sick to say that. She was a little drunk, I went up to her, said some nice things then went in for a kiss. She wanted more but then I leftand started fake laughing, pretending it was just a joke and saying awful awful things.

The worst part is her current boyfriend saw. He's a friend of mine.

That completed ordeal ten, when he asked me what the hell went on, and I was just a total douchebag.

Anyways, its over guys. Tomorrow I'll be told what the next ordeal is. I'm supposed to get an answer after this. I dont think its a full answer though.

 3 trials left, he says. Hes getting quieter. Sometimes I forget plaster is in my head, you know? Then I'll find a heart cut out of paper badly with an encouraging note on it, or the pipe tobacoo I caved and bought goes missing before I can smoke it.

Or I'll feel something wrap its arms around me,protectively late into the night.

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I hear Reach is probably dead. If he's gone...we lost a big piece, guys. We're losing too many pieces.

In other news, anyone else sign up for the MyDarkJournal's guys game? It looks interesting. Im going prey, I think. I like the underdogs usually.

3 comments:

  1. That... Sounds awful.

    Maybe Plaster is going to leave again once the trials are over? It would make sense, if it feels like he's there less.

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  2. I feel like Im becoming a worse and worse person as we go.

    Or maybe, causing the pain gets easier?

    I dunno.

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  3. Maybe that's the point man.

    I remember a dude, a few years ago, that did stuff like that. Dared people to see how far they'd go down his fucked up rabbit hole.

    He crossed a friend of mine though. So the gang and I beat the hell out of him.

    We never got caught. No one heard much from him since then. Maybe someone can make the same apply to trials like these. I don't know either.

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