You don’t like my point of view, and I’m insane?
In this story we find a Hero, a Villain, and an ordinary girl. The girl in this story used to be a good friend of mine. I often found myself looking up to her, and I admired her tenacity in life.
Enter the Villain.
In this story, the Villain is called Self Imagine. It feeds on our flaws, but always stays hidden below the surface, waiting for its chance to devour us.
The girl spent many years trying to fight the Villain. She looked for solutions, and ways to scare it off, but in her struggle she became weak; then she gave in.
The Villain was able to convince her that giving in was for her own good. He conned her into believing that it would quickly solve her problems, and she would then be able to be happy with herself.
After all, the only thing the girl wanted was to lose a little weight.
She found herself purging after meals. Throwing up when she could, no matter where she was. She didn’t like the smell of porcelain, and she liked the taste even less. She thought that in the end it would turn her into a beautiful person, but she didn’t understand that what she was doing to herself would turn her into a far more hideous person, if she was even able to survive long enough to see the end result.
The Villain forgot to mention what it would take for her to get what she wanted. Constantly being sick, depressed, tired, and he certainly didn’t mention the high risk for death. He deluded the girl to the point where she didn’t want the fate she had chosen, but she didn’t know how to return to her normal life. She was scared, and even though there were plenty of people around her who called themselves friends, they offered no help.
Enter the Hero.
In an ideal world the Hero would be able to swoop in and save the day. The girl would be rescued from the fate she made for herself, and peace would be restored. Unfortunately, there is no clearly defined Hero, and this is no where near a perfect world.
Who here has what it takes to be the Hero?
Is it me? Am I the only one who cares enough about this person to step in and make a difference?
Then other questions must first be asked. Does the girl actually want help? Is that why she pleas for it? Or is she just yearning for attention? Attention that she can get by trying to scare those of us that love her?
The ending is unknown, but a life hangs in the balance.
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Other than discovering the facts mentioned above, today was an OK day. I got to sleep in pretty late. Christmas Break rocks. Then I went over to Thom’s so he could get some music on this MP3 thing of mine. I’ve now got 101 songs to choose from, and that doesn’t include all of the Slipknot and suchlike that I still plan on putting on it. Hopefully tomorrow I’ll feel inspired to do some art work. I’m SO behind right now. At least I have some good music to listen to while I do it now. Yay!
Enter the Villain.
In this story, the Villain is called Self Imagine. It feeds on our flaws, but always stays hidden below the surface, waiting for its chance to devour us.
The girl spent many years trying to fight the Villain. She looked for solutions, and ways to scare it off, but in her struggle she became weak; then she gave in.
The Villain was able to convince her that giving in was for her own good. He conned her into believing that it would quickly solve her problems, and she would then be able to be happy with herself.
After all, the only thing the girl wanted was to lose a little weight.
She found herself purging after meals. Throwing up when she could, no matter where she was. She didn’t like the smell of porcelain, and she liked the taste even less. She thought that in the end it would turn her into a beautiful person, but she didn’t understand that what she was doing to herself would turn her into a far more hideous person, if she was even able to survive long enough to see the end result.
The Villain forgot to mention what it would take for her to get what she wanted. Constantly being sick, depressed, tired, and he certainly didn’t mention the high risk for death. He deluded the girl to the point where she didn’t want the fate she had chosen, but she didn’t know how to return to her normal life. She was scared, and even though there were plenty of people around her who called themselves friends, they offered no help.
Enter the Hero.
In an ideal world the Hero would be able to swoop in and save the day. The girl would be rescued from the fate she made for herself, and peace would be restored. Unfortunately, there is no clearly defined Hero, and this is no where near a perfect world.
Who here has what it takes to be the Hero?
Is it me? Am I the only one who cares enough about this person to step in and make a difference?
Then other questions must first be asked. Does the girl actually want help? Is that why she pleas for it? Or is she just yearning for attention? Attention that she can get by trying to scare those of us that love her?
The ending is unknown, but a life hangs in the balance.
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Other than discovering the facts mentioned above, today was an OK day. I got to sleep in pretty late. Christmas Break rocks. Then I went over to Thom’s so he could get some music on this MP3 thing of mine. I’ve now got 101 songs to choose from, and that doesn’t include all of the Slipknot and suchlike that I still plan on putting on it. Hopefully tomorrow I’ll feel inspired to do some art work. I’m SO behind right now. At least I have some good music to listen to while I do it now. Yay!