Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2006 21:04:04 GMT -5
August 20, 2006
11:45 AM
Entry Thirty-Four
Dear Diary,
OOC: i have nothing against gay people. I love them.. i hate this rp.. sorry that i didnt do better.. i know you hate me.. sorry
11:45 AM
Entry Thirty-Four
Dear Diary,
A few months ago it wouldn’t have bothered me if my little brother would have stolen my laptop diary. But now it does. I’m afraid I’ve become greatly attached to something so unimportant. I think the thing that bothers me the most is that now he can read every thought, every emotion, he can really get close to me. Which is what really scares me because the last time I let anyone get close with me I removed them. I totally took her out of my life, and I have to admit it wasn’t an accident. I don’t want to do the same to my brother, because as much as I hate to admit it, he’s kind of fun to have around sometimes. I mean of course he gets on my nerves. But he helps me out. He makes me want to strive harder. He makes me want to do a better job. But that’s only so I never have the chance of losing to him. I mean it isn’t possible is it, for me to lose to him. It would just be sad along with Yukio. I mean I’m not even sure why he is even up for a title shot at my title. He doesn’t deserve it. I mean he’s been here how long now for like two years or something and he has never held a belt. I mean come on just give it up. If you haven’t won one yet, I don’t think you ever will. I mean how many chances do you have to have? They might as well just send Yukio back to house shows. Are you up for this? I don’t think they are.
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It’s bitterly cold as an elderly woman steps out onto the front porch of an old Victorian home. A young girl with a frown on her tiny face crept out the front door, and stood right next to the elderly woman. The woman was short and grey, but it didn’t matter to the little girl, she was a motherly figure just the same as anyone else could have been. The woman looked down at the frigged girl with heartbreaking eyes. The girl just looked into her with her imp green eyes, which would stay forever jealous of her brother. Her grandmother never understood why she was so jealous; she had the better life of the two.
The young girl always wanted what she couldn’t have. No matter if it was good or bad. Her grandmother would tell her day after day.
“Believe me, Meggers you’re the lucky one.”
Megan never believed her. She wanted what she wanted, and she never got it. She’d tell her, her brother wasn’t safe, but there was nothing they could do. Eventually Meg gave up on almost everything and focused on her school work. She became a so-called nerd, hanging out with her best friends across the street Brad and Casey. She never spoke with them of her past as she was scared of being made fun of like they always did about everything else. Her grandmother asked her why she put up with their abuse day after day. And Meg would reply with the same answer.
“Because, they haven’t left me yet.”
Meg never understood how to love, or how real friendships were supposed to be until she grew a little older and moved onto middle school. There she grew and found other friends. Her grandmother would love her for the rest of her life, but no one else did.
So I had a better life? Did I Morgan? Did I really? You keep letting yourself believe that. You think I deserved to have my innocence ripped away from me at such a young age, you’re sick. No one deserves that kind of torture. I know what it’s like to be used, to be taken advantage of. It’s crazy how we’ve been separated, and just all of the sudden you show up and bail me out of jail, little brother. It makes me think you’re after something.
Meg remembers back to when she spoke with her grandmother just a few months ago. They spoke of many things, like God and heaven and hell. Meg never wanted to believe that her mother didn’t love her. She never everyone secretly loved her on the inside; it was just her grandmothers Christian ways that would tie her down.
She continued to do as she pleased with her two best friends until time came around for her to move on into high school. There she met boys and more new friends as she grew older and more mature.
One boy stood out though, he used to help her in the hall ways when others would push the somewhat fragile girl around. He’d look her in the eye when she spoke to him and said thank you. He acted like he really loved her. He acted like she was the only thing that mattered to her in that school.
I wanted you to believe I looked at you the same way. I wanted to cause your heart so much misery. When you asked me to be your girlfriend of course I said yes, Jeff. I couldn’t say no to Jeff Spencer. Or should I say Yukio Blaze. Everyone wanted to date him, but me I wanted to break him. I wanted to tear your heart into a million pieces. I wanted to make you fall in love with me, and rip it all away, I wanted to take everything you loved about me and rip it away just like they did to me.
She grins as she goes back into her trance. She never loved him. She tricked him into thinking he could possibly love someone so petrifying. He was a nice sweet boy, but she changed him into the blaze he is today. No one knew he heart was so cold. Because she never let anyone in, she never let anyone know what she was going through on the inside. Her grandmother had no idea; she was excited for Megan when she brought home her first boyfriend. Sadly enough Jeff was excited too; to have a girlfriend that he thought loved him as much as she said she did.
So naive but yet so adorable. I almost didn’t want to give you up Jeffy. It’s sad how you still obsess over me and call me a slut. Maybe everyone has had a ride, well everyone except you Yukio. Isn’t that all you really wanted from me anyways to lose your virginity, to the hottest nerd in school. Now it seems you still want to lose something to me, but this time it must just be your dignity.
Meg doesn’t go back any deeper in her mind, she hates her past, and she believes she shouldn’t dwell on it. The scene truly opens up outside at dark. It’s pitch black out, as Meg sits out on her grandmothers front porch that she sold a few months ago.
I can’t believe I sold my childhood home; I only sold it because I was running away from you Morgan. I never wanted you to find me. I wanted to find you first. I wanted to make sure that you didn’t turn to homosexual ways, as I always knew you would. And apparently you did, it’s sad when you get hotter guys than I do. But knowing all the guys you’ve slept with you probably have more diseases than everyone in WFWF combined. You know you’re going to hell right? You know that don’t you. Even grandma told me, God hates Fags. She would repeat that over and over. She’d warn me never to get that desperate. I never really understood it Morgan, are you gay? Or do you just like having your dick sucked. You know it’s funny when you first came to WFWF and to bail me out, I wondered if you loved me. I wondered if we would spend the rest of our lives catching up. But as soon as you stepped in the ring for the first time, I realized you are one of the worst wrestlers, I’ve ever watched. I don’t know if it’s your feminine ways but you wrestle like a bitch.
The scene closes as Meg just grins as she knows she’s just outed her younger gay brother Morgan to the world.
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It’s bitterly cold as an elderly woman steps out onto the front porch of an old Victorian home. A young girl with a frown on her tiny face crept out the front door, and stood right next to the elderly woman. The woman was short and grey, but it didn’t matter to the little girl, she was a motherly figure just the same as anyone else could have been. The woman looked down at the frigged girl with heartbreaking eyes. The girl just looked into her with her imp green eyes, which would stay forever jealous of her brother. Her grandmother never understood why she was so jealous; she had the better life of the two.
The young girl always wanted what she couldn’t have. No matter if it was good or bad. Her grandmother would tell her day after day.
“Believe me, Meggers you’re the lucky one.”
Megan never believed her. She wanted what she wanted, and she never got it. She’d tell her, her brother wasn’t safe, but there was nothing they could do. Eventually Meg gave up on almost everything and focused on her school work. She became a so-called nerd, hanging out with her best friends across the street Brad and Casey. She never spoke with them of her past as she was scared of being made fun of like they always did about everything else. Her grandmother asked her why she put up with their abuse day after day. And Meg would reply with the same answer.
“Because, they haven’t left me yet.”
Meg never understood how to love, or how real friendships were supposed to be until she grew a little older and moved onto middle school. There she grew and found other friends. Her grandmother would love her for the rest of her life, but no one else did.
So I had a better life? Did I Morgan? Did I really? You keep letting yourself believe that. You think I deserved to have my innocence ripped away from me at such a young age, you’re sick. No one deserves that kind of torture. I know what it’s like to be used, to be taken advantage of. It’s crazy how we’ve been separated, and just all of the sudden you show up and bail me out of jail, little brother. It makes me think you’re after something.
Meg remembers back to when she spoke with her grandmother just a few months ago. They spoke of many things, like God and heaven and hell. Meg never wanted to believe that her mother didn’t love her. She never everyone secretly loved her on the inside; it was just her grandmothers Christian ways that would tie her down.
She continued to do as she pleased with her two best friends until time came around for her to move on into high school. There she met boys and more new friends as she grew older and more mature.
One boy stood out though, he used to help her in the hall ways when others would push the somewhat fragile girl around. He’d look her in the eye when she spoke to him and said thank you. He acted like he really loved her. He acted like she was the only thing that mattered to her in that school.
I wanted you to believe I looked at you the same way. I wanted to cause your heart so much misery. When you asked me to be your girlfriend of course I said yes, Jeff. I couldn’t say no to Jeff Spencer. Or should I say Yukio Blaze. Everyone wanted to date him, but me I wanted to break him. I wanted to tear your heart into a million pieces. I wanted to make you fall in love with me, and rip it all away, I wanted to take everything you loved about me and rip it away just like they did to me.
She grins as she goes back into her trance. She never loved him. She tricked him into thinking he could possibly love someone so petrifying. He was a nice sweet boy, but she changed him into the blaze he is today. No one knew he heart was so cold. Because she never let anyone in, she never let anyone know what she was going through on the inside. Her grandmother had no idea; she was excited for Megan when she brought home her first boyfriend. Sadly enough Jeff was excited too; to have a girlfriend that he thought loved him as much as she said she did.
So naive but yet so adorable. I almost didn’t want to give you up Jeffy. It’s sad how you still obsess over me and call me a slut. Maybe everyone has had a ride, well everyone except you Yukio. Isn’t that all you really wanted from me anyways to lose your virginity, to the hottest nerd in school. Now it seems you still want to lose something to me, but this time it must just be your dignity.
Meg doesn’t go back any deeper in her mind, she hates her past, and she believes she shouldn’t dwell on it. The scene truly opens up outside at dark. It’s pitch black out, as Meg sits out on her grandmothers front porch that she sold a few months ago.
I can’t believe I sold my childhood home; I only sold it because I was running away from you Morgan. I never wanted you to find me. I wanted to find you first. I wanted to make sure that you didn’t turn to homosexual ways, as I always knew you would. And apparently you did, it’s sad when you get hotter guys than I do. But knowing all the guys you’ve slept with you probably have more diseases than everyone in WFWF combined. You know you’re going to hell right? You know that don’t you. Even grandma told me, God hates Fags. She would repeat that over and over. She’d warn me never to get that desperate. I never really understood it Morgan, are you gay? Or do you just like having your dick sucked. You know it’s funny when you first came to WFWF and to bail me out, I wondered if you loved me. I wondered if we would spend the rest of our lives catching up. But as soon as you stepped in the ring for the first time, I realized you are one of the worst wrestlers, I’ve ever watched. I don’t know if it’s your feminine ways but you wrestle like a bitch.
The scene closes as Meg just grins as she knows she’s just outed her younger gay brother Morgan to the world.
OOC: i have nothing against gay people. I love them.. i hate this rp.. sorry that i didnt do better.. i know you hate me.. sorry
(although you're not really a nerd...on second thought, yeah...you are. But in a good way)
Your probably one of the best female RPers wfwf has had in a while, and your the last its got. you show heart and committment. but this was a sinking ship.
