Look at me creating new stories when I haven't even finished College Beverage and Hold My Hand yet.

I'm sorry guys. (｡´∀｀)ﾉ

Anyway this is a psychological, suicidal, gory, you-name-it-I-have-it kind of story.

All the angst and everything I wrote before this is nothing much because THIS is where my interest really genuinely lies in. So yeah, I'm basing this off of something in my life, and I'm sorry if I creep anyone out. If you feel creeped out, tell me, BECAUSE I WILL FEEL SO PROUD OF THIS BABY. (´ω｀)

Um, trigger warning okay. As I said, this is based off of something in my life on a day where I've been feeling a little creeped out because this is the first time I've had such a gory and realistic dream in 7 years. The last time I had a dream so creepy was 7 years ago and it was of a crazy woman smashing a wine bottle against my head, and it was so realistic that I felt pain and woke up immediately and started crying and just... I was really young back then, not kidding, I was practically a baby.

Also I'm sorry for the really ty title give me suggestions please I can't stand how ironic yet crappy and unartistic the title is I'm so sorry and thankful that you clicked on this. I really am. Hugs and kisses man. Love ya.

SO YEAH AGAIN TRIGGER WARNING OKAY DON'T HUNT ME PLEASE MY KIND IS ENDANGERED.

Also I'm writing a crackfic whilst writing this so let's see how well psychos get along with pink glitter and oppars.

Yehet.

-AdoruZiall xoxo