So I come home and decide that hey, because I'm feeling so well I'll try my hand at writing a little short story. I mean, because I've been feeling so down lately I've had a terrible writer's block. And this has been a long writer's block. Months I've suffered from it.
I start writing this great Fan-Fiction, it's really amazing. Do some research on the time era, find out about a few execution methods and write those words out!! And yeah, it's pretty gross. Stoning to death is not a pretty thing.
So I messaged a guy-friend on chat, told him it would be bad but he agreed to read it. The guy loved it. Said the scene with the stoning was beautifully written, even though it "scared the crap" out of him. So, beaming with pride I message another guy friend. "Wunta read something nasty? >D"
He agreed, so I sent him the still-unfinished short story.
The guy was so disgusted by it he would not finish the rest of the story. Even the other guy friend told him like six times "the rest is actually really calming and great." And yet he still refuses to read the rest of it.
You know, I thought my boyfriend would be a little more respective of my feelings. But he refused to take a Leap of Faith, refused to trust me or his best friend, and now I'm left heartbroken, once again depressed and unwilling to finish this story.
So thanks, boyfriend, for ruining a perfect day.
Can't think up a good exit line,
The Night Angel.
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