Why Not

The Start

If your here you've read the warning now here is the cause. First off my mind is fucked up more so then anyone knows or even thinks they know. My family barely knows anything about what goes on up here and why would they there still nice, good, and vanilla people. My friends know a little more but not by much again nice, good people. My best friend is a morman for craps sake and he is trying to help but he has his own problems. And my other friend why he's been down the road of depravity but not like me sure he does bdsm but that controlled and there is limits to what people will do. Me though I've gone farther then the limits I've seen things that would make people's eyes bleed from the horror and the things I've thought about and read about and researched sure it could be seen as harmless when it's separated but put it together and it should be terrifying but it's not to me. Some days it takes everyth8ng I have and everything I am just to not cross that line that ever so small and thin line from good to bad I mean true no one has died or been fatally wounded yet and also true I've never physically done anything but I've seen it I've had ideas of making it "better" do I think I'm crazy no and that's the problem I know I'm not because to be crazy you would need to care about something to go crazy about. And there is only one thing in this whole universe that I can honestly say I care about and if anything should to the one I care about this world would burn I might write more I might not but for now the world turns and my darkness is buried in my mind and in these words.

The Dark