Torn, burned out pages Thea private diary.
Posted: 15 Aug 2012, 04:42
August the Sixth twenty twelve.
I bought a home today. Don't know if I should of done that. I guess I wanted a reason to talk to someone. I used to be this. This butterfly. That when people saw me they wanted to catch me and show me off. Of course that isnt literal. It just means that I went from being popular to nothing within a night.
Who knew life could change so quickly. How you were something of importance to something begging for attention. I guess im a brat. I always got it my way when I was a human so I figure I would get it in death.
Life or rather unlife is a bore. Maybe I should throw a party? Such an horrible excuse. Though I guess there could be worse things I could do. And feel the wrath of my family. So called family I never met a group of people like this before then again I was sheltered. They fight about everything under the moon and I dont want to get involved for fear I might have a gun pulled on me or a sword.
I guess I should sleep, then again that is all I do.
I bought a home today. Don't know if I should of done that. I guess I wanted a reason to talk to someone. I used to be this. This butterfly. That when people saw me they wanted to catch me and show me off. Of course that isnt literal. It just means that I went from being popular to nothing within a night.
Who knew life could change so quickly. How you were something of importance to something begging for attention. I guess im a brat. I always got it my way when I was a human so I figure I would get it in death.
Life or rather unlife is a bore. Maybe I should throw a party? Such an horrible excuse. Though I guess there could be worse things I could do. And feel the wrath of my family. So called family I never met a group of people like this before then again I was sheltered. They fight about everything under the moon and I dont want to get involved for fear I might have a gun pulled on me or a sword.
I guess I should sleep, then again that is all I do.