Disclaimer: I own nothing. YAY! I'm trying again to be serious. I'm sorry about being lazy. I never finish anything. gah....... evil stupid me. OH well. I'm sure you all can wait. ANYWAYS, I think its about time for a new fic. I'm hoping that this is just a one chapter deal. I'm not up for a whole series thing right now. I have a huge project due friday I've hardly touched, a door to paint (school, dont ask,) school in general, and a story I've had in my head for a while (not fanfiction. . .)
ANYWHO, I think its about time I get this thing started. I hope for this to be a group of songfics I've had in my head for awhile. ENJOY!
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No Rain, by Blind Melon, from their self titled album.
All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watchin' the puddles gather rain
Dear Die-ary,
Today I started my work at Nerve. On my way home, I saw two little styrafoam figurines in the window of a pawn shop. I bought them. I figure I can paint them and hang them on the wall in this new house. The walls are bare, except for the knives he left. This house looks small, but the basement is huge. It seems to go on forever. I wonder if the government knows about it. When I stoped at the shop where I found the figurines, I also went to a small book store, I think it was called Dragon Books. The selection was okay, but I met someone there. I don't remember her name, but she was nice. She paints and loves movies..... which reminds me, I should work on those doughboys.
And all I can do is just pour some tea for two
and speak my point of view
But it's not sane, It's not sane
Dear Die-ary,
Working for Nerve is wretched. They keep telling me to change everything I do. The book was origionally supposed to be about a strugling goth kid who searches for acceptence in all the wrong places, but they've dumbed it down to a wandring stick figure who screams at people, and they keep requesting I put small animals, swear words, and violence in them. It sickens me. Though I may already be sick. I swear, today one of the styrafoam figures was whispering to me. It was telling me to kill myself. I think I have to get back to painting again. Oh yeah, I went back to the book store after having my work revised again. That girl's name is Devi. I'm glad that I didn't listen to the whispering.
I just want some one to say to me
I'll always be there when you wake
Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today
So stay with me and I'll have it made
Dear Die-ary,
Today, I got a bunny. Its white with blue eyes. I figured I need a companion. I think thats what I need. Especially since he........ did what he did. It must take a sick mind to do what he did. The last thing I want to be is that. Sometimes it seems like everything happens to me since that happened. It seems as if everyone is staring. I find myself staying in more. When I stay in, I work, but the work only makes me angrier. I hate it. I want to quit, but I can't afford to lose the money. I finished painting both of those doughboys. I still swear that one of them is whispering. It sounds like its about to cry. Today new neighbors moved in. They have a newborn child. I have to go bring some work to Nerve.
And I don't understand why I sleep all day
And I start to complain that there's no rain
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake
And it rips my life away, but it's a great escape
escape...escape...escape...
Dear Die-ary,
I just woke up. Its one thirty in the morning. I don't remember falling asleep though. When I woke up, I almost hoped it was raining. That the whole thing never happened and was just a bad dream, even though that would mean I would have never met Devi. I don't want to stop writing, though I should do some of that Nerve work. Writing keeps me awake. I don't want to sleep again. It was just so dissapointing to wake up and know they aren't there. Its nice to have something to tell. I have to go work now.
All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
ya don't like my point of view
ya think I'm insane
Its not sane...it's not sane.
Dear Die-ary,
I'm sick. I got home from Nerve. I quit. Before I left I put a picture up by the red wall. The red has been fading. I swear the rabbit told me I shouldn't have quit. I grabed it, then nailed it to the wall. I'm sick. That was wrong. I know that the bunny couldn't have said it. Then the whispering doughboy began talking. It said I did the right thing. It said I had nothing left, and that I should kill myself. He said his name was PsycoDoughboy.
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Tell me what you think! This is just the start! I have plenty more up my sleve. Its no where near done (still working on it....... ^_^)
ANYWHO, I think its about time I get this thing started. I hope for this to be a group of songfics I've had in my head for awhile. ENJOY!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
No Rain, by Blind Melon, from their self titled album.
All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watchin' the puddles gather rain
Dear Die-ary,
Today I started my work at Nerve. On my way home, I saw two little styrafoam figurines in the window of a pawn shop. I bought them. I figure I can paint them and hang them on the wall in this new house. The walls are bare, except for the knives he left. This house looks small, but the basement is huge. It seems to go on forever. I wonder if the government knows about it. When I stoped at the shop where I found the figurines, I also went to a small book store, I think it was called Dragon Books. The selection was okay, but I met someone there. I don't remember her name, but she was nice. She paints and loves movies..... which reminds me, I should work on those doughboys.
And all I can do is just pour some tea for two
and speak my point of view
But it's not sane, It's not sane
Dear Die-ary,
Working for Nerve is wretched. They keep telling me to change everything I do. The book was origionally supposed to be about a strugling goth kid who searches for acceptence in all the wrong places, but they've dumbed it down to a wandring stick figure who screams at people, and they keep requesting I put small animals, swear words, and violence in them. It sickens me. Though I may already be sick. I swear, today one of the styrafoam figures was whispering to me. It was telling me to kill myself. I think I have to get back to painting again. Oh yeah, I went back to the book store after having my work revised again. That girl's name is Devi. I'm glad that I didn't listen to the whispering.
I just want some one to say to me
I'll always be there when you wake
Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today
So stay with me and I'll have it made
Dear Die-ary,
Today, I got a bunny. Its white with blue eyes. I figured I need a companion. I think thats what I need. Especially since he........ did what he did. It must take a sick mind to do what he did. The last thing I want to be is that. Sometimes it seems like everything happens to me since that happened. It seems as if everyone is staring. I find myself staying in more. When I stay in, I work, but the work only makes me angrier. I hate it. I want to quit, but I can't afford to lose the money. I finished painting both of those doughboys. I still swear that one of them is whispering. It sounds like its about to cry. Today new neighbors moved in. They have a newborn child. I have to go bring some work to Nerve.
And I don't understand why I sleep all day
And I start to complain that there's no rain
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake
And it rips my life away, but it's a great escape
escape...escape...escape...
Dear Die-ary,
I just woke up. Its one thirty in the morning. I don't remember falling asleep though. When I woke up, I almost hoped it was raining. That the whole thing never happened and was just a bad dream, even though that would mean I would have never met Devi. I don't want to stop writing, though I should do some of that Nerve work. Writing keeps me awake. I don't want to sleep again. It was just so dissapointing to wake up and know they aren't there. Its nice to have something to tell. I have to go work now.
All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
ya don't like my point of view
ya think I'm insane
Its not sane...it's not sane.
Dear Die-ary,
I'm sick. I got home from Nerve. I quit. Before I left I put a picture up by the red wall. The red has been fading. I swear the rabbit told me I shouldn't have quit. I grabed it, then nailed it to the wall. I'm sick. That was wrong. I know that the bunny couldn't have said it. Then the whispering doughboy began talking. It said I did the right thing. It said I had nothing left, and that I should kill myself. He said his name was PsycoDoughboy.
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Tell me what you think! This is just the start! I have plenty more up my sleve. Its no where near done (still working on it....... ^_^)