the story's not intended to be reality. i have a bad habit of basing characters in stories on people i know, bu the characters aren't those people. the later it gets the more twisted the story gets. i finished that story at four am...and it got pretty damn twisted. that girl isn't you. that girl isn't me. i used the name becausei couldn't think of another one. that's not our ending, dammit. the last line isn't supposed to be a threat or anything, it's just the last line of a fucking story.

i can't write entirely made-up stories. they come out sounding weird and stilted because i can't get inside the minds of the characters. and i used that bit off my blog not because we're the people in the story but because i liked the way it turned out. and maybe i'm a dumbass and maybe i'm blind but when i write the story takes on a life of its own. i didn't intend for it to turn out the way it did.

i also can't write happy stories, especially late at night. i started writing another ending and then realized it wasn't working. i used a part of us...and turned it into something completely different.

please don't hate me.