Black Stars

by Aria of Ashes

Ruby Rose is not long for this world. Her body is broken, her spirit fading. In a world of bloody evolution, what purpose does a smaller, more innocent soul possess? To be but props in the stage of life; a puppet whose strings have been snipped far too early. But... There is another. A thing from the stars; compelled to restore Ruby thanks to the failure of another: Two-in-one.

16. See ya and good night

After having a revealing conversation, I am sorry to say this story is dead. I won't be coming back too it - Even if I wanted too.

It was a tough pill for me to swallow but I see things more clearly now. Both in regards to my stories, and in regards to my personal life. I understand my life has been a complete and a total waste of everyone's time now. No one has time for me or my feelings or my words or my thoughts. Even my dog has been growing more distant. I feel like a stranger in my own skin.

I don't know and frankly I do not care anymore. Why should I care when no one else will? I should've stopped caring a long time ago.

Nothing matters anymore. I have lost all motivation to write, let alone anything else. I've been forcing myself to keep going but I can't anymore. I'd say sorry but I don't care anymore. I can't sleep, I can't have friends, I'm barely even living. My health grows worse and worse. Things don't look well for me and they haven't for a very long time.

I'd like to say I'll come back to this one day but after tonight I won't ever have the chance too. If any of you care enough (which you don't. No one does) then you can take Black Stars for yourself. I don't care about receiving any credit or whatever. I don't care about anything.

Goodbye or whatever. I don't care enough to finish my stupid spiel.