Attention plzzz.
I am not dead.
I repeat... Sly is not dead.
... That is all.

Life. Psssht.
A girl I knew was murdered two weeks ago. I'm alright. We weren't super close but, she was such a sweet girl and I can't imagine something that horrible happening to someone so nice. They caught the bastard that did it, though, so I suppose justice has been served.

Aside form that, I've just been working my butt off and trying to upload art more often because my gallery is bare. Sorry ;-;

Sly x

Ugh... Just, ugh.

I'm feeling defeated. Completely defeated and yet, I still feel the need to carry on. Why? I'm not really sure. I suppose my mind is trying to rationalize all of this.
"You've been through so much already, one more little thing can't possibly take you down"... perhaps my brain is right for once.

I've been beaten, raped, thrown out of my mother's life, disowned, broken hearted, nearly killed and somehow I'm still standing. I keep trying.

Mike called the other night. He said he was sorry and he just wanted to talk. That hurt more than anything... I didn't want to answer my phone but, I did. I'll always answer when he calls.

... I may be heading to Boston sometime in the next few months. Not really sure yet but, I know I don't want to stay here. I love my grandparents and all but, I need to get my life back on track. I feel like I've taken a step backwards by coming back here. Eh, I just needed to get away for a bit I suppose.

Anyway, sorry for the lack of progress on the Micomay piece. Lots going on.

Love. Peace. Chicken Grease.
Sly x

YESIWENTHTERE

Anywho, I'm running around all over the place. Going to Boston for a weekend, trying to move out on my own, possibly going all the way back to freaking Long Island to live with friends. I have no idea what's going on right now. I'm all over the place fer reals...
AND it's confusing as hell! ;-;

Sly x

...
I'm really not sure what to say, think, or do right now. You told me you'd always be here for me, no matter what. You said you'd always love me. You promised that everything would turn out alright in the end. That everything I've been through would be worth the happy ending.
And now, you're turning away, taking back all your promises... your lies. I believed you. For years I believed you. I loved you... No, I still love you...
You were the one person who made me happy, who almost understood me. I shared my life with you, all my pain, my tears and now, you're giving it all back. Shoving everything back onto my shoulders. I can't carry the weight on my own.
How could you crush me like this? ...I'm so very, very vulnerable...

Maybe it's because I'm a weak person. Maybe it's because we're young. Maybe it's because you never really cared. I honestly don't know what to think. I just wish you would tell me. That was your one flaw. You never spoke to me about your feelings. I told you all the time that you weren't alone anymore and that you could always talk to me. You always, always said that you knew. So... why didn't you tell me that things were going downhill? I could feel it, I could feel you questioning our relationship... and still you said nothing.

Now you want a break. "A few days to think", you said. I know what that means, baby, you don't have to pretend anymore.
I'll pack my things and go back home...