Death, we all die at some point in our lives. Whether we chose to accept it or not that's our choice to make. But I think is interesting is that some of us want to die, some of us chose to die by our own hand,but then again there are some who have to accept that they, they know death is near and they can't do anything about it, and there are people who don't expect it.
It could be as something as the common flu or a world wide virus, diseases, health conditions, animals, even accidents, our own minds they can kill us, even people.
At this point you maybe wondering what the fuck is this bitch talking about And I-.
I don't even fucking know anymore
My name is Janeth. Janeth everlasting Richardson
I am a singer at a local bar. I record and produce my own music. I make good money. I'm not famous. Nor do I wish to be. I only do this because I rather not have to deal with working with other people. Not that I don't ,but not as much as others.
I live alone in a two story apartment, with my cat G. My life would be pretty peaceful. Because everything I just said about myself is a lie.
My real name is Jane Arkansa, also known as Jane the killer.
The first victim of Jeff the killer, and the only survivor.
I'm not gonna rant about how much I hate Jeff or how he is the reason for who I am cuz that's just a waste of time, and plus I'm the one who chose to be this way.
Instead we're gonna start with how my life is about to get even more fucking shitier
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Get Over It
FanfictionGet Over It is my Creepypasta AU I DO NOT OWN THE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS BUT I DO OWN THE ART, NEW BACKSTORY'S, AND THIS STORY IN GENERAL EXCEPT AS I SAID BEFORE THE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS This story contains mature content so read at your own risk or w...
