L.R.

Hello, hahaha I’m sorry I just couldn’t think of anything else to say. Well I’m not sure what unfortunate set of events has led you to my rotten mind but hello none the less. I am not a skilled writer nor do I believe a good person but oh well. I would like to start a new first chapter of my life and decided to document it for….. well I’m not sure who. To be honest there is a good chance no one will ever see this mad man’s scribbles but I have a strange compulsion to create so there. I’m going to do it regardless.

I wish this dumb boat would quit rocking. I can barely read what I’m writing. Oh god I hope no one has to ever try to decipher my scribbles. Hahaha you would have to be a scholar of scribbles to do that. But the funniest thing is when the scholar was done he would find out all was for not because nothing productive was ever actually said. Oh what a sad joke that would be. I’m actually laughing to myself thinking about it.

Anyway my name is Lupus Rex. No my parents weren’t monsters it is the name I have given to myself. They actually gave me a nice strong name which I will never live up to. Oh well what is a name but one of the many masks we wear. Today I am L.R. for short, or random writer whose personal thoughts you have found or, which in time you will call me, monster.

The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.

I would love to tell you my tragic story I really would. But then you would know me, judge me, and find me a pathetic degradation to the word man and title me a monster. It is a title I deserve but let’s have some fun first and delay the inevitable. To be honest if I am good at anything it is that. I have been cursed to delay the inevitable every waking hour. The mysterious inevitable end that we all call death. All blessed to but me. I don’t know if this is some sick joke or some retribution I truly disserve, but deaths embrace has no room for me. And trust me it’s not from a lack of effort or conviction.

To be honest I don’t know what to curse back for my Affliction. I’d like to blame it on some god. But I have seen the throne of god for myself and found it was empty. Not a great surprise to me but I know quite a few who if knew would fall to their knees one last time and never get back up. Oh the beautiful lies we tell ourselves just so we can fall asleep. I wonder what lies you tell yourself late at night? When all the world has gone dark and cold and you stand on the brink. Or have you found some warm hands to hold you then and pull you back? I did once. What sweet memories. However for fear of losing those hands I strangled them till they turned cold. Then pushed them away with my own deluded sense of morality that I hate but am forever a slave to.

I told you reading this was pointless. All it is is the rambling of my broken mind. But here you are and maybe here you will stay.

This new island is not too far off in the distance. I should be there soon enough. This will be nice. A fresh start and a new crowed. I wonder what they will think of me. Don’t worry I will be back tomorrow but for now goodnight.