Posts by twilightcat

Yeah, if you're in school I think most spring breaks happen around this time, so yay!

I confess I talk to myself too normally and on a regular basis.

I confess I don't take off my school uniform after school.

Mine starts Thursday.

I confess that tomorrow is the last day of school before spring break and I have to finish an essay tonight and write an essay after school tomorrow before I can go home. Stupid depression making me miss days of school.

Now my whole family knows I'm depressed, they keep trying to make me go on trips and stuff to cheer me up. I just want to sleep.

I don't know what to do for you, but I hope you get better because stuffy noses suck.

Or should I say blow. Teehee

Robin The boy with no life wrote:

I confess that the best thing that has happened to me ever is that someone said they liked me.
xD

I TOLD YOU SO!

I'm so tired. My parents want me to be social, but I just want to sleep and go back to school.
I'm a weird kid.

Can your mom teach my mom?

I just do homework 24/7

I confess I miss ballet, and I wish I could go back in time and continue, but stress, depression, and anxiety have crippled my health.

I confess as a child (I'm still a child now, but...), I always said I never wanted to grow up, well here I am, and I still wish I hadn't grown up.

The 18 year old guarded the window while grasping a sharpened knife. The same knife that everyone teased her for keeping next to her while she slept. Her long blonde hair flowed across her sharp green eyes. If it were not for the glare and knife, she would have looked almost angelic. Angelic, a word that she was far from. At first glance, her small frame and figure may give off the impression of someone young and week, but she would not let her physical form hold her down. "Tell me who you are and what you're doing here, or I will not hesitate to tare you apart!" Her voice started strong then quivered slightly as she took a step forward. Shadows drifted across her face along with her emotions. She could have threatened to call the police, and she would have been embarrassed only wearing a tank top and shorts, but in the heat of the moment, fear made her feel powerful. Only a few moments passed, and her legs began to shake, but she ignored them, averting her attention to the intruder.

Ooc: Mind if I jump in? I can make a bio or something for her if you want.

The young girl was shocked at the intruders actions. Her stance softened, and she approached him slowly, not letting down her knife. "Fine, I'll go first," she growled, "my name is Marie. Now aren't you the one that's supposed to be in my position, and me whimpering on the floor begging for mercy?" Genuine curiosity and anger added to her pool of emotions.

She swiftly stepped forward and kicked away his knife. "Well, I guess you must be insane or something, and I must be insane as well otherwise, I would've called the athorities or something, but..." She hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder. "Do you need to call anyone, family, loved one, tharapist" Marie whispered the last option under her breath. Her golden hair tangled around her feet as she knelt next to the stranger, keeping a somewhat safe distance and her knife close.

Marie laughed at the thought of Jack the Ripper shaking in her room. "You can't be him, you're right that he'd be over one hundred years old, but he should be dead, or at least not able to stand." Her green eyes attempted to search his. She crossed her legs, sitting directly in front of him. "If you are him, why are you being a coward? Why don't you just stand up and kill me already!" Her voice cut through the dim light before it got to her own ears when realization hit her. "So this is why they called me insane... You could at least stop cowering." She crossed her arms forcefully to enhance the last part of her statement.

"No" Her voice was cold and stern. "I won't kill you, that would be too merciful. You should've chose someone else to kill." She shook her head, getting up to sit on her bed. On the way, she picked up his knife. "How many people have you killed with this?" She inquired as she sat on her bed, running her fingers over the weapon.

How awesome was it on a scale of 1-10? 10 being the most awesome ever.

"Wow, I'm impressed" Her gaze was clouded with fear and power. "Could be thirty-one. You could die, I could die, someone else could die. Or you could leave it at thirty. It's all up to you." With that she set his knife at his feet and crawled back into her bed. "Kill me if you want, restore your former glory." She buried her face in the covers, hoping her muffled voice would reach him. "Just do something with the rest of your life. I shouldn't be the one to take it away."