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MY BFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
23:56 Nov 29 2011
Times Read: 630
















I have chosen to be KynthiaLucian for a day but, I don’t really need an excuse to celebrate this magnificent woman.



KL is my best friend. If it were not for Vampire Rave our paths would never have crossed over two years ago. By chance, we were in the same Coven together, The Coven of Mystical Darkness. One thing led to another, but we realized that we only lived minutes apart from one another. We finally met in person and we have been best friends ever since.



There just isn’t enough that I can say about her!



KL is kind to everyone she meets and once you have earned her trust and confidence, there is nothing she would not do for her friends. She puts up with a stubborn hard-headed husband, just kidding sweetie ;), she has two beautiful daughters, and works her ass off to support her family. She never gets, nor does she expect to receive, the credit she so well deserves.



Vampire Rave is one of her websites that she likes to go to in order to clear her mind of the stresses of the day, a place where she can be herself and unwind.



We both have a lot in common and share the same interests, which is why we are besties. There isn’t anything I can’t talk to her about. She is the only person in existence, outside of my close family, that I share intimate details about myself with. I trust her sincerely with my life.



So, for a day, I honor HER, in all of her magnificent glory.



I LOVE YOU KL!!!!!!

The Forgotten Child
01:37 Nov 05 2011
Times Read: 663


This was written by me after reading about children who were and still are left abandoned in mental institutions.







You left me alone and abandoned because of my mental challenges. You didn’t need me around your friends who would judge you and make fun of you for producing a “monster.” Nobody cares for me here and nobody comes to visit me. I am forced to deal with the demons in my head on my own.









I don’t know what it is like to have a bubble bath or my own toys. I don’t always have clean clothes and most of the time I have no clothes at all. The staff people take advantage of my nakedness and I am not strong enough to fend them off.









My body is scarred from scratches, beatings, and bed sores. I am hungry and lack proper nutrition. I am dehydrated and nauseous. I can’t throw up because there is nothing left in my body. I have frequent head lice, so they shave my head bald. They pull my teeth out so that I won’t bite anyone or myself.









I don’t have proper interaction with anyone to learn how to read or write. I don’t know what it is like to feel loved. I have not been hugged nor had a kiss on the cheek. I don’t get tucked in at night; instead I get tied by my wrists and ankles to my bed cage.









I am too weak to cry and have no voice to scream. Does anyone not care for me? Do you see my suffering? Can you feel my pain?







I die alone, abused and emaciated. I lie in an unmarked grave on an abandoned piece of property. No written history of who I am or what became of me.