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MH: Golding Rams Diary
I got a letter from Beau.
I know you're mad at me. I'm sorry. I want you to know that nothing happened between me and Cam. I'm sorry for yelling at you. Please please forgive me. You know I love you. This is my fault. I don't know why I blamed you. I'm so truly and deeply sorry. If you still want to keep the ring I fully understand. This might not mean much to you, but too me it does. The guilt was eating me away. I just want you to know I'm sorry and I'll always love you.
I had the strangest urge to go to the riverbank where we had our first date. I found Beau there. I sat next to her and i felt her jump in surprise. I put my arm around her. "Im sorry. You know i said some aweful things about you.... i'm really sorry Beau. I should have known you wouldn't d
MH: Golding Rams Diary. I hate life.
Zane is one sick little bastard. Family or not he's a little douche sometimes. He took a little too much pleasure in telling me that after Beau left the house she was staying at Cams house. Well fine. Good for her. If she wants to act like a whore let her.... she obviously didn't want to get married to me.
I should have gone after her then i could have pounded Cams face in some. I could just feel Prison calling my name. I phoned Kristen and told her to let everyone know to stop looking out for what was going on with ......her and him. The audacity to come here to me and tell me about Cam and then go running off to him.
I want that ring back. I'll give it to someone who deserves it. Not someone that going to run back to her ex when he comes back..... this is NOT twilight. I am not Jacob and he is not edward.
Maybe i'll go away for awhile..... back home to greece maybe find a nice sheep girl.Everyone told me a ram and a dog shouldn't mix. I didn't listen. I thought me and Beau could make
MH: Golding Rams Diary.
Cam the *&^%£$" peice of %$+^ is back in town. I knew there was a reason i kept Isaodre around, he was always good for spying when needed.
I'm going to wait for Beau to tell me though. I believe that may be why she hasn't been talking to me.
I found my knife set, I had what my warden would call a sick perversion to them. I sat down on my bed after tying a belt to one of the post andstarted to run the edge of the blade up and down sharpening it. When i thought it was sharp enough i placed the blade in my hand and closed it before running the knife arcoss my skin. I watched as the blood ran down my hand and smiled. I placed my tounge on the edge of the knife and licked the blood that was on it smiling;before turning away from my postion now near the window and throwing it into the dart board where i had stuck a picture of that bastards face.
I knew without a doubt that i would be going to prison sooner rather than later if he tried anything that i got wind of.
I heard a shaky knock
MH:Golding Ram's Diary prt..... Oh i don't know...
Show down at the ok corral ...... Is the best way that i can describe what just happened.
Bella was being her normal charming self to me *snort* and demanding that Beau and I do what she tells us for OUR wedding.I dared to challenge her and well..... now i have a slightly sore jaw. Beau didn't say anything which i thinnk is strange but as we all know, Goldie just wasn't going to stand by and let me get punched seeing as i don't like to hit girls.
Next thing i know Goldie has headbutted Bella half way down the hall and is trying to make her way to give her a few more thumps. Bella is growling and pushing people out of the way. Cleo nearly smacked her head into her locker which resulted in grabbing Ghoulia, as she descended toward the floor, that was holding Lagoona who was clutching a large jar of frogs..... The frogs jumped in front of Deuces Glasses knocking them off which froze the frogs who then tripped up nearly everyone that doesn't occasionally look down at their feet. ahem......
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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