Wake Me Up When August Ends · 12:07am Jul 29th, 2019
On August 9th, 9yrs ago my mother died of complications of diabetes brought on by Colon Cancer. She fought to the end. Afterwards the framework I built fell apart. I turned into a miserable bastard. Others in their own mourning and facing their own issues turned from me. This drove me deeper into that dark place. Notjohnharker was my rock, she refused to leave no matter how hard I raged or tried to get her to leave. There is a reason for my devotion to her. But the memories of that time, although faded, weigh on me. Yes, others failed me, but I failed those others too. It is easy to hold someone as they sob, but less so when they, in despairing rage throw a chair across a room. I came out of all of that stronger, better, and closer to who I want to be. But this time of year my nightmares close in on me. I dream of a faceless woman crying on my shoulder.
Over and Over again she whisperingly weeps, "He Won, He Beat Us."
I dream of a creature of horror. An evil thing in the shape of a man. He is happy with his new family. His crimes go unpunished and he laughs to his 'soulmate,' while his victims cry in the shadows.
My posting schedule will slow down, but it will not stop. I will not give in to this. Even though I write but a sentence a day, Though I only get to edit a small portion of what Twist sent me, I Will Not Stop.
I am Minaren Of The House Of Ren. The Ren Do Not Stop. We Do Not Get Turned Aside. We Go Over, We Go Around, We Go Under, Or We Go Through. We Do Not Stop.
I may lose, but I will fight and I will rise again. This I Swear.
All Hail The House Of Ren.
Thank you for listening.
I'll mark my calendar...
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Thanks. Appreciate it.
I’m with you, man.
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Thanks, appreciate it.