What the? Weird thing found.
I will admit to have cyberstalked people from time to time. Looking up the names of schoolmates, friends that I've lost contact with, old flames, etc. Sometimes...I'll occasionally cyberstalk myself. I found this weird little "story" the other day. Link to the story
It's rather unnerving to find your name in story...especially when there's a number of odd elements reminiscent of your own life.
Just...really...weird.
Have you ever found your name in a story? Ever name a character? What was it like to read it?
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Take off your makeup (Brendon Urie;;One Shot) & Put down the camera
Created by iMxEVeRYxCLiCHEx88
Created by iMxEVeRYxCLiCHEx88 on Sunday, May 27, 2007
Tagged:brendon, urie, amy
"Wait wait wait. What were you thinking? What the hell. "
"Brendon, calm down. If I knew what I was thinking, I would have reacted better. Calm fucking down."
" Calm down. You could have hurt yourself like that. Hurt our relationship. What were you thinking?!"
Brendon Urie. Young man of age 19. Was hopeless. Hopelessly in love with Amy Harmon. This was one of the lose-lose relationships. One he so desperately wanted to pull out of, but couldn't. He was hanging by the thread that Amy had wrapped around her finger. And she wasn't unraveling that string anytime soon.
"I know Bren. Please, don't start this. You know how this always turns out..."
"I obviously know how it always turns out, I'm the one on the receiving end of your rampaging fuck ups."
"Brendon! What the hell is wrong with you?! Do you even know what you are saying?"
"Yeah, I do. Amy...I can't...you need to stop this."
"I don't...what are you talking about...Brendon what is going on?"
"Amy...Amy I don't know. I don't know what to do. I don't want it to stop. I don't want us to stop. But I still don't know what to do."
"Me either...Brendon what's going to happen, to us?"
"I don't know. I don't know anything anymore. I don't get any of this!"
"Brendon...Bren I'm sorry. I--"
The line went dead. Brendon Boyd Urie has never stopped breathing for this long in his life. The intake of oxygen stalled for a good 2 minutes. The doorbell rang. He flung open the door to find a sad, young, beautiful girl...standing there. With the saddest look of grief on her face.
"Brendon Boyd Urie I am so sorry."
He kissed her. With no regret, he kissed her on the lips, more passionately then he has over the past few months. He loved Amy. He truly did. But it slowly killed him on the inside, how she was so free. Making her fall completely fall in love with him was like catching the wind in a mason jar: mission impossible. Foreheads rested together, tension so thick, you could cut it with a knife;
"Brendon, I want you to lie to me."
"Amy Ann Harmon, I hate you with every living fiber in my body. I never want to see you again. You have to be the worst person I have ever been able to met. I hate you."
"I love you too. I'll never leave you."
"Wait until next week. I want to see what you say then... when history repeats itself."
creating a life of trends and make believe...♥
this made me sad.
it was hard to write. I couldn't explain anything in this story. it pains me inside to feel like that.
♥
Created by
iMxEVeRYxCLiCHEx88 on 05/27/2007
Viewed 428 times
What the???
It's rather unnerving to find your name in story...especially when there's a number of odd elements reminiscent of your own life.
Just...really...weird.
Have you ever found your name in a story? Ever name a character? What was it like to read it?
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Take off your makeup (Brendon Urie;;One Shot) & Put down the camera
Created by iMxEVeRYxCLiCHEx88
Created by iMxEVeRYxCLiCHEx88 on Sunday, May 27, 2007
Tagged:brendon, urie, amy
"Wait wait wait. What were you thinking? What the hell. "
"Brendon, calm down. If I knew what I was thinking, I would have reacted better. Calm fucking down."
" Calm down. You could have hurt yourself like that. Hurt our relationship. What were you thinking?!"
Brendon Urie. Young man of age 19. Was hopeless. Hopelessly in love with Amy Harmon. This was one of the lose-lose relationships. One he so desperately wanted to pull out of, but couldn't. He was hanging by the thread that Amy had wrapped around her finger. And she wasn't unraveling that string anytime soon.
"I know Bren. Please, don't start this. You know how this always turns out..."
"I obviously know how it always turns out, I'm the one on the receiving end of your rampaging fuck ups."
"Brendon! What the hell is wrong with you?! Do you even know what you are saying?"
"Yeah, I do. Amy...I can't...you need to stop this."
"I don't...what are you talking about...Brendon what is going on?"
"Amy...Amy I don't know. I don't know what to do. I don't want it to stop. I don't want us to stop. But I still don't know what to do."
"Me either...Brendon what's going to happen, to us?"
"I don't know. I don't know anything anymore. I don't get any of this!"
"Brendon...Bren I'm sorry. I--"
The line went dead. Brendon Boyd Urie has never stopped breathing for this long in his life. The intake of oxygen stalled for a good 2 minutes. The doorbell rang. He flung open the door to find a sad, young, beautiful girl...standing there. With the saddest look of grief on her face.
"Brendon Boyd Urie I am so sorry."
He kissed her. With no regret, he kissed her on the lips, more passionately then he has over the past few months. He loved Amy. He truly did. But it slowly killed him on the inside, how she was so free. Making her fall completely fall in love with him was like catching the wind in a mason jar: mission impossible. Foreheads rested together, tension so thick, you could cut it with a knife;
"Brendon, I want you to lie to me."
"Amy Ann Harmon, I hate you with every living fiber in my body. I never want to see you again. You have to be the worst person I have ever been able to met. I hate you."
"I love you too. I'll never leave you."
"Wait until next week. I want to see what you say then... when history repeats itself."
creating a life of trends and make believe...♥
this made me sad.
it was hard to write. I couldn't explain anything in this story. it pains me inside to feel like that.
♥
Created by
iMxEVeRYxCLiCHEx88 on 05/27/2007
Viewed 428 times
What the???