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I'm insane. I must be. Is it even possible for someone such as myself to have this view? I favor my fiction over reality. Sure, it's not real and fiction doesn't live a life with other people in it. Fiction doesn't get up in the morning and wish that by going to the bathroom, she might find that she's lost weight. Fiction doesn't get into car accidents. Fiction doesn't feel pain. Fiction doesn't live; neither does it die. But why would that be such a bad thing? All these emotions in me that cause a kind of psychological riot would rather be just like fiction; numb and unfeeling. No one wants to get hurt, and if you're going to say, "but what's the point of living?" or "life isn't life without a few risks" then I hope you stop reading right now. In my fiction, I have so much power. I am a ruthless dictator, an experiment bent on vengeance, a misunderstood nobody, a celebrity, a wealthy sibling of a family of mercena...

Felt so sick earlier...I woke up this morning and my lower abdomen was KILLING ME. Literally, I felt like something was ripping my intestines out with spiked gloves. Feeling a whole lot better right now though, so that's good news. For people who care, Wentworth Miller from Prison Break is playing Jack in the Bioshock movie. REALLY excited!!! That's it for now...my tummy's starting to hurt again. Till next time =)

[Facebook Note] I Can't Believe It... posted Yesterday 1:14 PM She's gone. My baby. I'll never get to see her smile ever again. I'll never get to hold her in my arms ever again. I'll never get to smell her sweet scent ever again... James and I got the call from the police a couple days ago. They said they'd just found her body near the industrial plants sewage pipes. stuffed. in a suitcase. But when I saw it in the coroner's office....Idk...it just didn't look like my Annie. James started crying when he saw her, but to me, the body laying there on the cold table wasn't my little girl. It looked so stiff and emotionless. The complete opposite of Annie. If that was really my baby, she'd be smiling with her eyes full of joy. Her limbs would be moving around to hug everyone in the room. Her hair would be bouncing around...carefree. Alive. God...please let this be some kind of nightmare... I can't really talk more about it on here......