a letter from a obsesor p:2
if you read the restraining order i sent, you would know not to send me a letter or stalk me you freak. i hope i never see you again and that you go rot in a ditch. you complain about people not caring about you and yet you didint even care to ask how i feel. i feel so trapped, tired, sick, and agitated, because of you. you deserve to be alone. no one deserves to be stuck living or to even meet you. i wish you would just dissapere and leave, maybe something like getting arrested and going to life in prison. i hope you rot in that hell hole you call a home and that i forget all about you. ive destroyed all the pictures of you by burning, cutting them up, ripping them, boiled them, and feed them to that annoying next door cat. please dont tell or mention anything about screams and voices, they make me horribly sick and make me want to vomit up my noodles.
from Devi aka the person that doesint care.
a letter from a obsesor p:1a letter from a obsesor p:13 years ago in Settings More Like This
i sit here under the moon thinking of you. iam sorry that i ruined our love and friendship. i wanted to immortalize our love in death, but i should have thought of if you would like the idea of dieing with me. i still have scars from when you smashed me into a mirror that night to escape from me. i know that you'll probebly never want to see or hear me agian ... esspecially since i got that restraining order from you. i miss you and our days together on the hill. i hope maybe one day you'll forgive me. i really am sorry devi. i still stal- ... "observe" you from afar when you leave your apartment every blue moon. i dont know if you'll read my letter or just burn it as soon as you see my name. i have no other way to tell you why i tryed to immortalize us in deah, besides that i was afraid. ive never had anything go good in my life before. when i finally had you, i felt the pain of depresshion when i thought of you leaving me. now that you have i dont know what else to do in m
a letter from a obsesor p:3a letter from a obsesor p:33 years ago in Settings More Like This
You have nice hand writing. Im glad you wrote back to me, even though it was a angry letter. I know what I did was horrible, but please, please, forgive me. Deep down I really am sorry. I never wanted to push you away. If you give me another chance, I swear it wont happen again. Ill take you anywhere, I will give what ever I can. I know with all the horrible things in my life, that I probably don't deserve any forgiveness. But if there is a god, a non-lazy one, maybe he'll decide to feel pity on me and give me a second chance at life and at a relationship with you.
From, Johnny aka the lonely guy
p.s I wasn't stalking. I was observing. There is a difference.
Valentine's Day For FlushersThis is NOT a NnyXOC sotry, it's actually a NnyXDevi story with Squee in there to. I say this because I was writing this and in the beginning it looks like he's going to get with this OC but he isn't.Valentine's Day For Flushers3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Today was the day. It had to be. It had been months since he left to become cold, it hadn't worked, not at all. Every moment he was about to become cold he would feel something in such an amount that being cold would be an impossibility. He even turned to trying to not care who he killed, innocents and children is the ones that he would go after. But each time he was about to kidnap an innocent he would get a flash of green eyes, or hear a beautiful voice, filled with righteous anger and distorted from a phone. And when he even tried to contemplate kidnapping a child, he couldn't take a step twords them or he'd get a flash of if someone was doing this to Squee.
It had taken months of this torture for him to finally just give up, it had taken that long until he finally realized some
Smile.I've always wondered how therapists could be so disconnected from the people they see.Smile.3 years ago in Settings More Like This
I suppose, after a while, all the different stories just become noise.
And it's not like the tone changes all that much.
'oh, my wife cheated on me.'
'oh, my life's a mess.'
'oh, i don't feel accepted.'
As i stare at this white bearded man from my horizontal position on the couch, I realize he doesn't really care about what my story is.
All he wants to do is find a way to shut me up.
Just like everyone else in the world.
"So." His voice echoes through the silent room, filled with pictures of his family and documents with words printed on them too long for me to even comprehend. "Tell me, How've you been since we've last spoken?"
My attention turns to the white drywall ceiling straight ahead of me, the twisting and folding shapes of the shadows against the irregular patterns of slightly raised material remind me of the nights I used to have as a child.
Nothing but my teddy bear to keep
The man named Johnny C.There once was a man and his job was so clear,The man named Johnny C.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and that was to make the whole world disappear;
he went by the name of Johnny C.,
he wanted to show the world what he could be.
What he could do was 'killer' alone,
from cutting them up to showing their bone;
but from that,there was so much more,
so much gore, so much galore, thats for sure..
But how he would do this was not barbaric,
although, more than than others, they would consider it sick.
One by one we die alone,
ashes to cruches to flesh to bone.
However,everyday he held it in,
just for it to feel like a win;
He was ruling the world one by one,
and all of it wasn't just for fun.
But just because your the star of the show,
dosnt mean youll continue to go.
There was Devi and Jimmy and Squee and Edgar,
that's a promise, thats for sure.
There were also others as well,
but lets just say they all went strait to Hell.
I guess this is the end of our episode,
just get ready, your about to explode (courtesy of Johnny C.).
One by one we die a
JTHM: the untold story ch:12JTHM: the untold story ch:123 years ago in Settings More Like This
Ch:12 sibling rivalry
Devi walked to the car stretching a little as she did so. She opened the glove compartment and dug for a map, being careful not to disturb Todd, who was sleeping in the back seat. Devi smiled when she finally found a good map. She flattened the map on the hood of the car, putting some small rocks on the corners. Johnny walked over with a neatly folded blanket.
"where are we headed?" he asked.
"there's a gas station a few hours up the road. Further there's a small motel we could stay at." she said pointing on the map. Tenna walked over with a pot of noodles.
"want some? We're out of paper bowls, so we have to eat from the pot." Tenna said holding out some fork.
"no thanks Tenna, Iam not very hungry." Devi said looking at Tenna.
"I hate food." Johnny stated.
"Johnny you really should eat." Devi said looking at him.
Johnny grumbled. Devi rolled her eyes.
"stubborn jackass." she thought. Tenna shrugged off the two.
"fine, more for me." Tenna said leaving t