Here, somewhere in the heart of me
There is still a part of me
And I'll, I'll still take the best you've got
Even though I'm sure it's not
The best for me
When you're born a lover
You're born to suffer
Like all soul sisters
And soul brothers
I, I can see the danger signs
They only help
You know who you are, this is for you...ALL of you.
Religion = Lies
Lies and Bigotry
Bow Down Before the one you serve, you're going to get what you deserve.
Updated 08-04-2010 at 06:18 PM by walkawaysun09
Firstly, I'd like to say that I am posting this partially for feedback and partially so I can get a little bit of satisfaction for having written the "first page" which is usually one of the hardest things to do aside from finishing the first chapter, or the whole thing.
Secondly, a little background: This story is re-imagining a character I used for something else for the last year and a half or so, taking what I had created and giving him a bit more of a story than a week-by-week
It was over a year ago that this happened, in October of 2009. I was suddenly taken off of my medication for anxiety/Depression/PTSD due to being removed from state-funded Medicare. Basically, meaning what little pills I had, were supposed to last to "ween" me off, which was oh...half a week. By the fourth or fifth of the month, I was starting to hallucinate, badly. I locked myself in my room in the dorms, and the white walls and ceiling mixed with a vivid imagination and withdrawals from