You know the drill? |D

Day 1 ::
January 8, 2011.

I woke up in a strange place, suddenly surrounded by familiar scents and noises. I get up, stretching my stiff legs that have been traveling.
I look ahead, noticing the pond that him and I used to splash in and play with frogs.
The red fawn, who I have not seen for many months. Suddenly, I feel sadness in my heart. I look around to see deer cuddling and couples. I look up at the sky, and call out to him.
Nothing.
It was my fault, of course. I led him. We slept together inside the tree and I left him, unsure I could go on with him any farther.

...

I traveled far that day I left, and rested in an unfamiliar place. I stayed there for many weeks, but I could find no deer there.
Nobody talked to me.
I walked on in that strange place. I came across several bulls who fought for me. As I watched them, I learned from them, and practiced to myself alone.
Alone.
I decided that the place was not for me, and began to make my way back to the forest...
The Endless Forest.
I realized that me leaving was much better for myself. I became stronger, even though I did not fight. I learned to fight.
As I returned to the forest, I had forgotten many moves, for I had not run into anymore deer. I fell asleep in a patch of purple flowers.

...

Now, here I am, sad. I am much taller than I was when I was last here. I was stronger, but had forgotten how to fight.
I turn around to see a bull who is limping. He looked badly injured. I tilt my head, wondering how this bull could be so badly injured and no prize?
It also looked as if he had been attack several times.
I approach him carefully, and he notices me. He seems friendly. I look up at his eyes, and they look sad yet fierce.

Been a while since I posted the last time.
This time screenies from multiple games.
I have some The Sims 2 screenies as well but I'll save them for later to prevent this growing too imageheavy...


Fight it.


It keeps me going.


It keeps me breathing and feel alive.


And no more


I'm alone.

//brainfart
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Stretching and exercising on rip while drooling Rip's head tuft.


Cut has got a Xentrie. He seems heavy.


Faceplanting galore.






Someone has got invisibility cloak and spare pictos. No more butt staring for Cut.


"Bubble monkey."
"Mmmmpppfff.."




Sadness is overwhelming.

I promised I never would vent on here again, but I've been in a downward spiral since Christmas. I need help and I don't know where else to turn.

I'm sorry that I haven't been writing as much as I used to. After doing the "Holly on the Old Oak" stories, I just have lost my muse. It's irritating me because I want to write but don't know what to write. I'm sorry guys.

My aunt has been in town for vacation but she hasn't really gotten to enjoy it because my uncle and cousin have been calling her non-stop, even at night. My cousin has become a drama queen, I mean anything and everything has to revolve around him now. I know he lost his brother (my cousin Mason who passed away in august) but we've all handled it differently. He has completely shut down, staying in his room every day, being angry at everyone, not going to school or doing anything. My aunt literally feels like she has no children now because we lost Mason and my cousin has become such a lost cause. This is tearing all of us up because we need help but my cousin has been getting all the attention. Mom calls my aunt every morning because she believes that if she doesn't answer that my cousin has killed her. It's that kind of thing.

Mom has been crying a lot more. We were forced into going to my grandparent's church and the choir music got to Mom. Also a lot of stuff going on with my brother, who has proposed to his fiancee but they haven't talked enough about the wedding, where they're going to live, ect ect ect. They instead spend all their time playing WoW. So the other day my sister-in-law had been talking to my brother's fiancee and she told my mom that my brother would be living in Indiana with her. Well, this whole time we've been planning on him living down here in Alabama. Mom has been looking for houses for them. Well Mom cried over that because she thought my brother was trying to deceive her.