This is why I've chosen to never become a writer. I'm just bad about actually writing the story, ya kno? Like I get this crazy shit-load of inspiration then it just dies. Like the deer in my woods.

Wellllll…heres another sad chapter, enjoy.

Or not,,

Its okay if you don't. go eat chocolate or something. I don't give a flying monkeys ass.

Finally Alice and Rosalie jumped off the rock. Took em' long enough. Girly-girls piss me off sometimes. They're all "Oooh look pink shit and shoes."

Okay Bella bbreeaatthhee. You shouldn't be so upset about Jacob's little show. You don't need to be. You've got Edward now. Everything should be peachy.

But yet it isn't.

Maybe I need to go check myself. It's the middle of the month. Maybe I'm just PMSing. It's not rare for me. I get crazy cases of it. I'll kick ass if you piss me off while I'm 'on it.'

Ah, yet another endearing quality about me.

"Yo, you guys ready to head back to the house? I think Aunt Flow is coming to stay with me for a couple days. I need to check if we have any beds for her…or, like, balance beam/pole shaped…things. For her to, ehh…sleep on?"

By this time, the guys were looking at me like I just shitted a monkey out my ass. Like the guy from Bruce Almighty.

This thought caused me to giggle. I love that movie, or just Jim Carrey in general actually. The giggle turned to another fit of unstoppable laughter. I was treading water began to struggle to stay above water. I tried to swim to back to one of the jet-skis I had distanced myself from after Jacob told me it was a joke. I was still laughing when a large amount of water decided to have a look-sy at my throat. Therefore becoming curious and deciding to travel down my air pipe instead.

That's when the trouble began. I started coughing/laughing and my head was dipping underwater. I was feeling funny all the sudden. Lazy, like nothing mattered anymore, yet irritated, no doubt from PMS. There was also a bit of hunger and peace to it. I decided not to try anymore. My throat started hurting though, and that was an annoying distraction to the peacefulness that was taking over.

It was all rather depressing. But I kept sinking anyway. Drifting deeper and deeper. I kept expecting a pair of strong arms to wrap around me and pull me to the surface.

They never did.

So I kept sinking.

Still nothing.

I felt myself drifting, no longer deeper in the water, but consciously. I was about to hit the hay.

In la permanente of a way. (AN: For those who are kinda unhinged..that's me saying permanently.)