Nails for Breakfast and Tacks for Snacks

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After seeing my best friends photo, I couldn't help but create a little story to go with it. Hehe Not sure how old she was in this picture, but just imagine her 20 years or so later with that same exact face. Seriously. So, I had to. :)

Submitted: January 13, 2012

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Submitted: January 13, 2012



April 4, 2006

I constantly ask myself, "Why am I so evil?"

There's nothing that compares to the feeling I get inside when I have the opportunity to torture and manipulate others. I feel like another person...somebody that nobody on this earth could ever know. Why? What's the reason for this disturbing feeling I get within myself?

Nobody but me has ever known this...


Back in the day, when I was young and innocent...back to when there was no thoughts of evilness in my mind, I had friends--friends that I could count on and made me feel special in every possible way. But then, there was a boy. A boy that I truly loved, his name was Alfalfa. :)

I had a celebration once, a beautiful affair...only the best of the best was allowed. So I invited a friend, my best friend at the time in fact, her name was Darla.

She was charming and glamorous. I saw the way people turned their heads just to see her walk in to the ballroom. She wore a silky black tutu that made her stand out like a rebellious ballerina, a gorgeous dark angel.

It wasn't long before I noticed Alfalfa turn to look at her as well. :(

My heart was broken.

He had just complimented me on how I looked in my pink costume and that BITCH was taking him away from me. I couldn't believe it. Was my Alfalfa fascinated by this beautiful Darla? Indeed, he was.

I was the main attraction! I was the charming beauty before she arrived! As I walked away from everyone finding a secluded area, I felt a candy bag hit me in the back of my head. The next thing I remember, I was waking up finding myself unable to breathe because Darla had stuffed my mouth with a piece of cake. As soon as I was able to breathe again, I looked down to find myself wearing only my underwear and my training bra. To my surprise, Darla had taken my costume.

I walked out to the dance floor and this is what I saw....


The Dancing Queen...putting on a show for all MY family and friends to see.

If I have ever hurt anyone or been rude to anybody at one point, PLEASE disregard and understand where I come from. It was her all along. She made me like was...EVIL DARLA!

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