::is standing in front of a crowd of people:: I would just like to take a vote on this matter. How many of you agree with me, and think that this story is overrated?
::one person raises their hand::
::turns in direction of the person:: Figures it would be you. You always did like ruining my life. And to think, you're supposed to be my beta. Feh. . . Erm, right, now how many of you disagree with me, and say this story is underrated?
::all those who have given good reviews raise their hands, which is approximately. . . 3. . . ::
::sarcastically:: Oh, how exciting. This story is probably going to get published now, I can just see it, and next thing you know I'm going to be the next J.K. Rowling and earn over 400 million dollars from this story. Yes it's all just so predictable. . .
. . .and if you just believed that statement, you need mental help. . .
Yes, of course I know I need the help more than you.
Malik: Ignore her she's. . . actually I don't know what she is. She just. . . is.
Let's just try to continue the story then, shall we?
Malik: Drage-sama no own YuGiOh.
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Water is an interesting thing you know? Put it in a glass and it stays there unless something disturbs it. If the glass cracks, the water leaks out slowly and no one notices until there's this big puddle just sitting there.
I guess that's what life is. Water. Life is all right and nice until something happens that leaves a crack in the glass that's supposed to protect you from the actual world. Then, slowly, everything starts dripping out and you're left with a mess that you can't do anything about.
In short: reality hits. Hard, and your world ends up in chaos.
A perfect description of my life at the moment; I can't think anymore. Can't eat. Can't sleep. I'm too busy worrying about Bakura-san.
My work is suffering, that's never good. I think I'm losing patients. I'm not sure. I seem to have more time on my hands so I probably have lost at least three patients. I'm surprised I even noticed.
It's been at least a week since my last meeting with Bakura-san. . . I think. I've lost track of time also. He hasn't contacted me since. I scared him off. Figures, I've been so cocky lately, thinking I can handle anything. Karma. Never was something I liked.
I'm looking over some notes now, or trying to at least. My mind keeps wandering towards frustrating and stressful thoughts. I'm literally pulling out my hair now I'm so stressed. I can see the long black strands all over my binder. This isn't right; I'm not supposed to see my hair strands lying around until my late forties.
I took the day off. I wanted to try and catch up with my work. Not exactly happening though. Maybe I should take a vacation, get my mind off everything.
No, it wouldn't work. I'd still be worried. I can't remember the last time when I was this worried actually. . . It was probably when I was around, what, 18? 19? Somewhere in there, nearly ten years ago.
Have I really been that busy, so busy as not to notice the things around me and worry about the people I care for?
. . . . . .
Didn't I used to have a dog living here?
That would be a "yes" to the question I asked two thoughts ago.
I need help.
Oh, matte, I gave the dog away.
I really need help if I can't remember that I gave my own dog away.
Perhaps Bakura-san's life is like that, moving around from one place to another. Being given away like a dog.
What a horrible way to live life.
Of course my life isn't any better, workaholics don't have very good social/family/love lives.
I can't even remember the last time I went out on a date.
I can't remember much of anything anymore.
The media overrates me. I'm overrated in general actually. My lifestyle is overrated. My love life is overrated. My social life is overrated. My life is just plain overrated; I'm not some phenomenon or anything. I'm simply a woman who was born with a compassionate spirit.
Runs in the family if I'm not mistaken. Runs in the women in my family anyway. The men seem to want to demolish something if some complicated problem gets dumped on them.
I need to find a nice counselor now. My life is falling apart, incase you haven't noticed, and I need to go find someone to help me put it back together.
I doubt it will happen though, my life getting put back together that is.
I can always hope.
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::peers over glasses at chapter while holding clipboard::
::scribbles the following down on clipboard::
Scale of 1-10, 1 being worst, 10 being best.
Drama: Less than zero.
Angst: Less than zero.
Depression: 0.2
Sarcasm: 0.99
Malik: ::peers over shoulder at clipboard:: You need help.
We've determined that already.
Malik: That chapter was too short.
I'm not stupid Malik I know that. This chapter was incredibly difficult to type for some reason. ::grumbles about loss of creativity:: Well there you have it the fifth chapter, no my beta has not corrected this because SHE IS TAKING TOO FRIGGIN' LONG! I'M SERIOUS! IT'S TAKEN HER MORE THAN A WEEK SO FAR! SO ZOO IF YOU GET TICKED CUZ I POSTED THIS BEFORE YOU FINISHED CORRECTING IT, IT'S YOUR OWN FAULT FOR TAKING SO LONG! SO HA!!!!
Malik: Drage-sama wants at least 5 reviews before next chapter! Otherwise, she no continue story! Nyah! XP So if I was you, I would go and tell all your Bakura-crazed fans about this fic! Don't forget to tell them to review too! ^_^
