Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2008 14:38:35 GMT -5
January 19, 2008
6:56 am
Entry # 99
Dear Diary,
[Have you ever wondered how your life can change so quickly? I remember back when things felt like they’d never change. I remember the last time I saw my brothers face. He was in such a shock. It was like after I left the WFWF, he just dismissed me from the rest of his life. But now it seems like fate has brought us back together. I’ve always heard what does not kill us only makes us stronger, then why do I feel so weak? Why do I feel like I can never face Morgan Warner again? I should have never let him bail me out of jail that night. He wouldn’t have been able to have this much of an effect on me. My nerves are shot. I don’t think I can do this. I honestly do not think that I can. I have lost everything I ever had in the WFWF. I lost my titles… I lost my pride… and I lost my last match. I’m starting a new chapter and closing an old one. The past is the past now. I wish it was that easy. I wish anything I wrote in here would just come true. I wish that Morgan Warner would have never come back into my life. I wish that Michael Kyzer didn’t make me feel like a Queen. I thought I was the Queen. Looking back through my diary there has been a lot of entry’s a few of them about that man. I wanted to humiliate him, just like he did to me. But I felt so unbelievably stoned when I looked into his eyes.
I think he had that effect on most women. It is scary to think that he got to a woman like me. When he left me he ripped the needle out of my arm. He was my drug. He was not my first love… But that man still haunts me in the WFWF. He is still lurking around, wrestling matches just like he always has.
A lot has happened since the fans last met Meg. I went from Champion… to a failure. Let’s just say I do not want to write out a list of this year’s apologies. I may not be any younger, but I’ve got a new face of failure. I collected bad habits while I was away. Morgan would have been jealous of some of the men I trained. But I lived a lonely life after Morgan. He and I will always be twins. We will always have that special connection. But the best way to make it through is to realize that me and Morgan are not… the same. I remember my Grandmother telling me that God hates Fags. I do not think that God hates them. I just think that she did. Sadly enough this will be my last entry in this diary. I feel that it has too many memories, too much love lost. .. And too much honesty…and too much proof of what I’ve done.]
OOC:It is a little sort. And not as good as I wanted it to be. But oh well.. Hope you enjoy.
6:56 am
Entry # 99
Dear Diary,
[Have you ever wondered how your life can change so quickly? I remember back when things felt like they’d never change. I remember the last time I saw my brothers face. He was in such a shock. It was like after I left the WFWF, he just dismissed me from the rest of his life. But now it seems like fate has brought us back together. I’ve always heard what does not kill us only makes us stronger, then why do I feel so weak? Why do I feel like I can never face Morgan Warner again? I should have never let him bail me out of jail that night. He wouldn’t have been able to have this much of an effect on me. My nerves are shot. I don’t think I can do this. I honestly do not think that I can. I have lost everything I ever had in the WFWF. I lost my titles… I lost my pride… and I lost my last match. I’m starting a new chapter and closing an old one. The past is the past now. I wish it was that easy. I wish anything I wrote in here would just come true. I wish that Morgan Warner would have never come back into my life. I wish that Michael Kyzer didn’t make me feel like a Queen. I thought I was the Queen. Looking back through my diary there has been a lot of entry’s a few of them about that man. I wanted to humiliate him, just like he did to me. But I felt so unbelievably stoned when I looked into his eyes.
I think he had that effect on most women. It is scary to think that he got to a woman like me. When he left me he ripped the needle out of my arm. He was my drug. He was not my first love… But that man still haunts me in the WFWF. He is still lurking around, wrestling matches just like he always has.
A lot has happened since the fans last met Meg. I went from Champion… to a failure. Let’s just say I do not want to write out a list of this year’s apologies. I may not be any younger, but I’ve got a new face of failure. I collected bad habits while I was away. Morgan would have been jealous of some of the men I trained. But I lived a lonely life after Morgan. He and I will always be twins. We will always have that special connection. But the best way to make it through is to realize that me and Morgan are not… the same. I remember my Grandmother telling me that God hates Fags. I do not think that God hates them. I just think that she did. Sadly enough this will be my last entry in this diary. I feel that it has too many memories, too much love lost. .. And too much honesty…and too much proof of what I’ve done.]
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The sky is dark. It is bitter and cold out. A young woman can be seen in the distance. She is running. No one is chasing her but yet she is running. Her hood covers her golden blonde hair. It is winter in Indiana. The sidewalks are icy and the trees are all dead, among other things. But there is no snow on the ground or on the cars. There is no corn in the fields and there is definitely no one else running. You can tell she is determined. Anyone could read it on her face or in her imp green eyes. The closer and closer people get to her she pushes them away.
I do not understand what I am doing here. I guess it is because I had to get away from everything, but who knows.
She slows down. Her heart is racing a marathon still but now her body is standing completely still. She almost made it. She looks sad. Her face is tanned and flushed from running. She begins to start walking again but only to sit down on a near by bench.
I do not know why I’ve been killing myself. I am already in great condition.
Her voice is familiar, sweet but tough. Her hands reach up to her hood and she removes it from around her face. She is beautiful and familiar.
I just hope all my hard work has paid off. I can not stand to be embarrassed again. It is bad enough that my brother is their again…
She looks confused. She stands back up and looks around at the sky. Then she looks back down at her feet and sighs.
I’m not the same girl I used to be. People won’t even realize I am Meg Warner. I am stronger and ready this time.
The scene fades out as Meg runs off into the distance disappearing. But not the way she always has before. She is ready this time.
I do not understand what I am doing here. I guess it is because I had to get away from everything, but who knows.
She slows down. Her heart is racing a marathon still but now her body is standing completely still. She almost made it. She looks sad. Her face is tanned and flushed from running. She begins to start walking again but only to sit down on a near by bench.
I do not know why I’ve been killing myself. I am already in great condition.
Her voice is familiar, sweet but tough. Her hands reach up to her hood and she removes it from around her face. She is beautiful and familiar.
I just hope all my hard work has paid off. I can not stand to be embarrassed again. It is bad enough that my brother is their again…
She looks confused. She stands back up and looks around at the sky. Then she looks back down at her feet and sighs.
I’m not the same girl I used to be. People won’t even realize I am Meg Warner. I am stronger and ready this time.
The scene fades out as Meg runs off into the distance disappearing. But not the way she always has before. She is ready this time.
OOC:It is a little sort. And not as good as I wanted it to be. But oh well.. Hope you enjoy.
