The Lost Soul

Stories. Mhh! They're wonderful, a blessing actually. That's what my mom would always say when she tucked me in. She said they are a way to live your life in whatever way you want. A break from reality.

And as much as I loved hearing about three little piggys and a huffing and puffing wolf, I was always going for the supernaturals. My Mom didn't seem to understand what a six year old loved so much about men with fangs and red eyes or women who could burn you in a blink of an eye, but she wasn't one to judge. She always let me chase my dreams and my dad would sit on the other side of my bed and smile.

But they left. They left and so did my love for stories. I stopped writing the little fictions I used to write. I kinda went into a dark humor mode. I was happy honestly, but still empty.

So what happens when all of a sudden everything seems to get interesting. Everything seems to circulate around me. Suddenly two of the most attractive men (okay, they're OK I guess, yaa right) find a sudden interest in me. Not just the hormonal kind. No! There's more to all this.

I'm not gonna lie, I feel like I should get a little more responsible and serious for all the drastic choices I'm supposed to make. Suddenly, everything isn't a sad joke anymore, and why does it suddenly feel like I'M the story.

And how did this all start you ask? Oh how else! I fooking* went to the party. It's always the parties. I knew I should have stayed home with my robe and ice cream and finished that Spongebob marathon (*curses*)