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This is it for me. I have become the thing I most feared and most hated about myself. I am a monster now.
I have been traveling a lot lately. It started out with time abroad, trips here and there. I wanted to see the world, and somehow I ended up wanting to experiment with a new way of life. I wanted to see how the others lived, which isn't so bad. I was curious, but mostly I watched from afar, never really partook in their lifestyles although they were usually مزید than welcoming. Most of the vampires I visited were دوستوں of Carlisle's.
The worst part is when I let my depression get the best of me, and I sought out the worst of these wretched humans and sought revenge among them. I took out my anger on them.
I didn't bite them, یا eat them, یا whatever آپ might want to call it. I destroyed them. I killed them, and tortured some of them. I made them feel the worst kinds of fear. All of them deserved it. They were rapists, murderers, and worse. The lowest of human lifeforms. And I took every bad feeling I ever had and used it against them.
I thought it would make me feel better. I told myself for a while that I was using my talents and abilities for good, like a superhero یا something. Seeking out the bad and getting justice. Hearing the thoughts of the horrible and using them against them to destroy them. Except I was blinded. A man can only be blinded for so long. Eventually it wore away, and I was left with the truth. I had become just like these men, killing for sport, causing fear and pain. Just because they were not innocent did not make it right.
Once I realized that I sank deeper into my depression for a while and isolated myself further. I stopped my travels and hid out, trying to decide my future for myself. The decision as to whether یا not I should get myself destroyed weighed heavily on my shoulders. I really wanted to get some peace, and my own destruction seemed like the only way to get any form of peace in this world.
I realized that no longer existing wasn't exactly peace, though. And then my answer seemed clear. I wanted to go home. So right now I am on my journey back to Carlisle. To explain to him the things I have done and look at the shame in his face. I am certain I will hear disappointment in his voice when I tell him where I have been for these few years, but that is what I must face. I owe him at least that. It is time to return to where I belong.
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This is it for me. I have become the thing I most feared and most hated about myself. I am a monster now.
I have been traveling a lot lately. It started out with time abroad, trips here and there. I wanted to see the world, and somehow I ended up wanting to experiment with a new way of life. I wanted to see how the others lived, which isn't so bad. I was curious, but mostly I watched from afar, never really partook in their lifestyles although they were usually مزید than welcoming. Most of the vampires I visited were دوستوں of Carlisle's.
The worst part is when I let my depression get the best of me, and I sought out the worst of these wretched humans and sought revenge among them. I took out my anger on them.
I didn't bite them, یا eat them, یا whatever آپ might want to call it. I destroyed them. I killed them, and tortured some of them. I made them feel the worst kinds of fear. All of them deserved it. They were rapists, murderers, and worse. The lowest of human lifeforms. And I took every bad feeling I ever had and used it against them.
I thought it would make me feel better. I told myself for a while that I was using my talents and abilities for good, like a superhero یا something. Seeking out the bad and getting justice. Hearing the thoughts of the horrible and using them against them to destroy them. Except I was blinded. A man can only be blinded for so long. Eventually it wore away, and I was left with the truth. I had become just like these men, killing for sport, causing fear and pain. Just because they were not innocent did not make it right.
Once I realized that I sank deeper into my depression for a while and isolated myself further. I stopped my travels and hid out, trying to decide my future for myself. The decision as to whether یا not I should get myself destroyed weighed heavily on my shoulders. I really wanted to get some peace, and my own destruction seemed like the only way to get any form of peace in this world.
I realized that no longer existing wasn't exactly peace, though. And then my answer seemed clear. I wanted to go home. So right now I am on my journey back to Carlisle. To explain to him the things I have done and look at the shame in his face. I am certain I will hear disappointment in his voice when I tell him where I have been for these few years, but that is what I must face. I owe him at least that. It is time to return to where I belong.
Twilight fever has reached unimaginable limits! Can آپ imagine the sort of پرستار who would make یا buy, an Edward Cullen pillow?
Sure, he is cute and lots of us have a crush on him.....but buy this pillow? It's too much!
Plus, the تکیا is scary looking don't آپ think? The neck looks way too long.
We also think the face is not particularly life-like. It has no color. Maybe they should have made it out of material that glows in the dark to give it that extra something!?
Would آپ buy this Edward pillow?
Sure, he is cute and lots of us have a crush on him.....but buy this pillow? It's too much!
Plus, the تکیا is scary looking don't آپ think? The neck looks way too long.
We also think the face is not particularly life-like. It has no color. Maybe they should have made it out of material that glows in the dark to give it that extra something!?
Would آپ buy this Edward pillow?