Walking through the dark streets of the place I once called my home I sigh this place holds so many memories both happy and painful but recently it's just been a complete painfest. I guess you could say I have trust issues and yeah you'd nail it but it's deeper than that I mean why would I trust people I don't even trust myself anymore I thought I had people around that loved and accepted me and my flaws but that soon fizzled out when it became clear I was nolonger of any use to them,so Now I just rely on Me, Myself and I i mean who needs friends when you're a HELL born halfling that suffers from delusional voices in your own head and have multiple personalities you never feel alone lonely or isolated right?WRONG! it seperates you from being a part of the social norms that you apperantly need to get anywhere in this materialistic fake world I discovered that life lesson the hard the hood of my crimson hoody up over my head I trudge on through the pounding rain,the good thing about the rain is nobody can tell youve been crying your stupid pathetic heart out but then again nobody notices anyway why would they they live in a happy fulfilled perfect fucking exsistance ,sighing I push the now very distant fading memory of my 'friends'as far into the dark twisted rows of errie slightly manic even catacombs of my damaged mind,the last flashbacks of my memories bring a small tear to my eyes Wiping my eyes I continue on my journey besides by the time 'THEY ' notice I mean IF they notice it'll be all over to the solitary confinements in the deep depths of Hell I sigh things were supposed to be getting better but that all came crashing down seeing as I'm back here where it all started I guess my owners were right a hell-born halfling like myself doesn't deserve anything better than this, Drusilla sighed a small tear escaped her now cold dead eyes.
