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Title: Dear Diary. Unspeakable Horrors..

Chapter 1: Creeping Creatures.. Crawl!

Music: Skillet: Awake & Alive love this song right now!.!

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Diary Entry 1 or better yet Login 1:

I awake to the absolute silence...that muted and drained this to a voided fade away.. I walked among the creatures leering and lurking from my walls. As they crawl and race towards me jumping around to get just a bit closer.. I ignore it all and keep walking. Towards the reflection that will prove. I am what? Just a person a human sadly to live and die here on this planet we all love to call Earth.

Well If you haven't checked apparently it needs to be saved. So GO GREEN! Reduce, Reuse and recycle. You gotta remember your three R's Or and this is just my philosophy on the matter of the three R's Romance, Rest, and Rebel... As I walked closer the creatures kept on creeping up. Whispering into my ear's of all the things they could grant me. if I just listened to them. But I just shoved the greedy bastards away from me.

It was too damn fucking early in the morning for this... Sometimes they even did that voice thing while I was sleeping creeping into my dreams shrieking bloody mad with murder.. It was malicious and they fed on it loving it.. completely. Damn them to fucking hell and back again. They never left me, it was like I was a pet to them and yet. They never obeyed me never it was sedulous it means painstaking my mentor always taught me to speak proper well that was before 'It' happened but I am not talking about that now am I?

Right where was I oh, yes the voices. And if your, whoever you are that is forced to read and observe my journal. For information I want you to personally know that I am not a schizophrenic at all. These things I cannot define them. They aren't ghosts believe me , my parents tried to exorcist me with the whole priest and holy water it did nothing but get me wet and pissed at the guy chanting in crazy tongues. They even got a sweet old lady medium to read my energies or chakras or whatever.. God Damn I just want to be! Free Liberated from them. But no..

They follow me everywhere you name it, The bathroom. They are handing me the toilet paper.. The Shower. They give me the towel when I get shampoo in my eyes.. The Living room, they always switch the channels just to mess around with me. Even when I am eating they decide "Lets have Fun with Harlow.." Then they play with my food like freaking 5 yr old's waiting for me to cry.. Just waiting for a reaction to eat up.. Sometimes I feel like me and them are an old married couple of love and hate.. God..condemn them I wish..

By the way I guess I have to write a little about me before I.. Well I already have so that part is over. I shall tell you a little bit about me besides the crazy stuff. I am an unknown gender for the moment because I don't feel like revealing that to you. A complete Stranger.. My name is Harlow Echoic, I am around 17 slowly turning 18..

So if you're a genius then I don't have to tell you that My birthday is coming up.. I am sure your thinking..

"I bet "it' cannot wait for that."

Well dear reader.. I think I will call you that for now onward. I don't like it at all.. Its nothing personal to all those millions that are all. Yippee! Its all about me.. Its just I am not that kind of person that will go overboard thinking everything is for me so I can act selfish.

Personally I would rather die then celebrate. I know isn't that a sadistic cynical thought for you.. Its called me being bluntly honest. Your going to have to get used to it. IF your ever going to understand me as a human with those things called invisible feelings.. That everybody at one point finally feels like a bitch slap...its called emotions! Gasps...from the crowd..

Well

sincerely,

Me ..

to you the dear reader ..

p.s. xoxoxxoxoxo that's all for now about me...loved it? I know you didn't because your forced like a child laborer in sweat shops...yea, I went there.. jealous?

p.s.s. You better freaking not be a stalking perverted because I can get 'them' on you...bye...

This is all for part 1.. Here's My 1,2,3, Questions for this because its freaking 7:15 a.m. and I Haven't went to sleep yet and this was written purely unintentional..okay..here we go 1. What do you think of it? The Title? 2.What did you think of the music and picture? 3. What do you personally think Harlow is Boy or Girl? Have fun guessing on the last one, bye leave me in the form of a comment if you didn't already bye xoxoxxox Exmo kisses for you all aside for Grandpa and you know who you are baldie! Guys I tried making the end part look fancy but wattpad is kinda being well a Douche monkey lol..monkies..=o=...sigh..good night^m^