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Hey everyone! I guess I should introduce myself before I really get started…
My name is Sabrina, I’m 17, and I’m in the Eastern Time Zone. I love TV, I sometimes knit in my spare time, and I write a lot. I’m also in an extra curricular thing that takes up anywhere from 5-25 hours a week. It’s basically a part time job, except I don’t get paid. Because of that I will not be as active Monday’s and Thursdays (we have four hour rehearsals after school). Same for Saturday mornings and Sunday afternoons. Other than that, I’m totally available. And even then, I can (and will) check up during breaks. I’ve been in a few asylum RP’s before, but they both became inactive.
I’m looking forward to getting involved ! Anyone interested in a para? :)
Lost Letters || Challenge #5
To Alexander Thomas Wade,
Daddy, it’s been a few weeks since we’ve spoken and if my memory serves me right, we didn’t actually speak. I’m writing this because it’s required of me, you know, here in a mental hospital. But I suppose that’s enough beating around the bush for now, hm?
I’ve always been told I was my father’s son, and now I’m realizing how true it is. The trial made me realize a few things about us; how we’re so similar and how we differentiate. How I’m nothing like you and everything you are. I thank the man upstairs for our lack of physical similarities because as a narcissist I need to be able to look myself in the mirror.
At this point you’ll probably be crumpling up the paper and tossing it in the nearest waste bin. I would say you’d burn it, but again that’s my thing now isn’t it? If you’ve read this far remind me to swing by the nearest dollar shop and pick you up a ‘World’s Best Father’ mug.
I would just love to tell you this. To get everything out in the open, to be honest. To give reasoning to my hostility. But I cant, I could, but I won’t. Mother always told me that men don’t relay their grievances onto others. And in which I assume to be manhood, I wouldn’t dream of it.
Thank her for me will you? For teaching me how to be a man, or at least guiding the way as best she could manage. Not to take credit from you, but it’s important to give credit only where credit is due. Isn’t that how you always put it?
I’m sure this seems as if I’m airing all those grievances, but as I said, I wouldn’t dream of it. Not just because I don’t dream either. But what would it solve? Trying to mend all of the wrongs between us would be much like putting a band-aid on a bullet wound. I wouldn’t waste my time well you feigned your concern.
Would you like to know how I know exactly what you are? Because I’ve figured out exactly what I’m not, and what people think I am. People see you as the man to have his ass kissed, and why not right? You’ve got every sort of connection and even more so, you’re wealthy. You see though, there’s a catch. There’s always a catch. Nothing goes unnoticed, and god forbid anyone dare double cross you.
You’re greedy, not always in the financial sense but still. You can never have enough of whatever it is was never yours to begin with. I on the other hand am not. I’m selfish. What’s the difference you may ask? I don’t consider others as much as I consider myself. As for you not considering them at all.
I’m ‘obsessed’ with fire as you know. Something I enjoy even more than the fire though; the burn. This is another quality I like to believe we share, we burn things dad. We watch them shrivel beneath a more powerful flame.
I suppose that’s it for now. Not that there isn’t anything left to say, but I think I need a drink. Another common interest, maybe?
Best regards. Burn in hell, I’d say I’ll see you their but I’d probably get off on all the fire.
Maxwell Alexander Wade.