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Monday, January 24, 2005


Chapter 1

my mother has always wanted me to get married. Thinking about it, I think the first time she told me was when I was nine. I thought she was dumb but of course I was young and cocky.

I live the usual day to day existance that most people do these days. I look at women a bit with desire, mostly with a kind of fear. Oh, not so much a fear of the pewrson(thats the best way to think of a woman, as a person) but a fear of how to deal with them.

I've noticed that as the decade wears on, people are getting very weird. People don't like people very much any more. They make a lot of noise and seen to be drunk all the time or stoned.

I've heard all the lines about how drugs make tou more creative and how they relax you and how they make youbetter able to cope, but from what I've seen, alcohol gives most people a license to be jerks and drugs turns most people into walking maniquins. Talking to a person who is high is like talking on a very bad connection. You have to repeat yuorself a lot and then you're never sure if the other party is even really there.

I guess deep down I don't like people myself. Hey, why be different?
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*More is to come later please feel free to comment I have much much more to thios story that is yet to be revieled.*

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