When there’s a fly in a room is the most annoying thing that has ever been in that room. What happens to that fly? It all depends on the person, one of them can just simply bother it out the room, but the other might swat it away and kill it. In reality people don’t care much about a fly right? OK, OK i’ll put a more interesting situation. There’s a robbery, and the ones doing the crime have guns masks and there’s three of them. There’s also coincidentally 4 cops off duty during the robbery of the place. Now, What happens? again it all depends on the person, one of those three thieves can be a psychopath. Someone who only wants the money but isn’t scared of getting anything that’s in his way, out of his way. Or the officers find out what’s happening before hand, right. Well… not so much. Because as much as they can see before hand what’s going to happen. The others kill and the officers go along with the people. Or the officers DO see it and shoot to look like heroes even though no one can prove what was going to happen before the thugs put on their masks. I don’t know, You decide and i’ll write a little story of my head.
Sorry due to a little set back to the Eternal Sleeping Pill I won’t be able to continue it until further notice. I apologize, I just gotta do a little search in military history to get my character and story straight. Thank you for understanding. But i have found something that fits my personal style so to say.
I’m pinned against the wall, rifle jammed and sweaty forehead I say, “Damn it, piece of shit, when are you going to work right!?”
I keep getting shot at and yell, “Jimmy cover me I’m moving on your position”
I quickly crouch to the wall next to Jimmy…
When I was 13 I went through one of the most horrible moments in my life. I sincerely didn’t know what I was going to do to get rid of the stuff that were going through my mind.
I went through therapy in those years, not think I would have to do it again in the future, but I still went and got through it.When I was 15 I stopped going because I was happy again and nothing else came to my head.
Soon after, 17 to be exact, I started seeing and hearing the same things i used to when I was 13 ever since I’ve been in and out off therapy again.
Unfortunately everyone that I was close with got erased from memory, except for those that were there in the process, other then that the loved ones in my life are always and will always be there.
Now I’m a daddy and my daughter its happy and I have a wife, sadly the images and thoughts still be there, but now I know what to do with it.
I write out my thoughts and stories made in my head yeah I can be coo coo you might say but I am calm, I do still go to therapy, but I’m calm and so far I’m loving writing things.
Look for new things coming from me in the future.
Thanks for reading.
What is it that the past wants with me? About three friends have already ask me if I remember and all I get from all this is a headache, not that I don’t mind having high school friends ask me if I remember them. Its just that I forgot almost everything my past I don’t remember people who had a place in my heart and its just sad that lately the past wants to say hi and I ignore it in a way.
I would have to say Both, Dinobot.