Thursday, March 31, 2011

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Burn Fireblaze

Alright Hellfire. Acid. Enough games. I'm tired of your horror story urban legend crap. I want my brother back. And I don't care what I have to do to get to him. Now just tell me what you want. Where to find you. Anything.

It's your cue, say anything! Come on! I'm ready for you nut-jobs.

Kay, if you. . .if you're sucking my brother into this stupid story I will. . . I'll never forgive you.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Waste of a Life

"What a waste."

Those were Peter's last words before he disappeared.

And since that day I've been thinking.

What have I done so far with my life?

I despise this place. Indiana.

I got a job in a Department store recently. Did I tell you all? Do you care? Of course not. This is what's great about Blogger, the silence.

Wait. . .six followers? And one comment? Go away. Go away. Don't bother me. I hate the noise. I hate the noise that people bring. Ugh too many people.

I love the silence. I can't be around people. Don't fit. Don't fit it.

I enjoy suffering.

I love it when people participate in...Overimaginitive ...self loathing. (You are. . .everything you say you are.)

What time is it?

Peter Pan Flew Away to Never Land. 

. . .

Monday, March 21, 2011


I have your letter, what do you want? Who what where are you Acid? Where is Peter, why WHY why are you messing with my family?

I don't want anything to do with this boogey-man, horror crap alright? Yeah if Peter did that would be fine, but the effect it's having on him . . .just LEAVE US ALONE! Please? Please?! Oh God please leave us alone. Acid I know you're reading this, you can SEE this, and Peter, tell your friend to stop bothering ME if this stupid game means so much to you.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011


I've been having dreams about my older brother as of late. The bastard.

I hate to post this kind of stuff online but I hate him. I have to tell someone.

He took the greatest people I've ever known away from me. Edward's gone though.

Burned to a crisp in our house. I've been seeing his charred body, in the woods as I slept. I've tried running but he keeps finding me, no matter what. And before I wake up he always says the same thing: It's YOUR turn.

Edit: There's something weird on his chest. A circle with an X inside of it. It looks like it was crudely drawn in marker. . yet somehow BRANDED onto the skin.