[EM] 22 - Truth Shall Set You Free
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little_callahanOkay, can I totally call bullshit on that? Yes. I can. Know why?
MY journal, bitches.
So this is me. Calling BULLSHIT. Trust me, if this were live via satellite or something cool? It’d be a lot more interesting...like, me jumping up and down and waving my arms. Maybe sparklers. Oh, and a big neon sign saying BULLSHIT.
Because it’s NOT TRUE. Like...at all. And I’m speaking from personal experience.
Well...okay, maybe it’s a *little* true.
I have issues about my issues...there is not a soul on the planet that is more fucked up than me, except maybe for one of those girls on The OC or One Tree Hill or some shit. But real world? Nope...none. And I was in therapy for some of it for a while...not just for the beatings Father used to give me, but for the whole murder thing...I watched him beat Mum to death.
They always railed on me to talk about my shit...and when I did? Guess what? I had nightmares for WEEKS after reliving that crap. And? Mum was still dead. Father was still safely away in prison. I was still able to testify, and I was still scarred for life.
Justice was served, the community’s obligation to me was fulfilled, and I was no better for any of it. Testifying, facing Father in court...it didn’t make it better and it didn’t change a soddin’ thing. Even talking to my family about it later didn’t help...it just meant they knew.
And that was the big deal that helped me more than anything...the truth didn’t set me free. It was love...the fact that my family knew about everything I’d endured, they saw how ugly my father had made me...and they loved me anyway.
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And even now...it’s the same way. Because someone else learned the truth, and wanted me regardless. Desired me...a man I barely know. He saw all my ugliness, and he still touched me, held me...he made me feel beautiful, like I was any other girl in the world.
And God help me, I *really* think I could fall for this guy.
But if you say word ONE about this, Bee? I’ll kill you myself, and I mean it!...
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Muse: Valkyrie Callahan
Fandom: Supernatural (OC)
Words: 386
MY journal, bitches.
So this is me. Calling BULLSHIT. Trust me, if this were live via satellite or something cool? It’d be a lot more interesting...like, me jumping up and down and waving my arms. Maybe sparklers. Oh, and a big neon sign saying BULLSHIT.
Because it’s NOT TRUE. Like...at all. And I’m speaking from personal experience.
Well...okay, maybe it’s a *little* true.
I have issues about my issues...there is not a soul on the planet that is more fucked up than me, except maybe for one of those girls on The OC or One Tree Hill or some shit. But real world? Nope...none. And I was in therapy for some of it for a while...not just for the beatings Father used to give me, but for the whole murder thing...I watched him beat Mum to death.
They always railed on me to talk about my shit...and when I did? Guess what? I had nightmares for WEEKS after reliving that crap. And? Mum was still dead. Father was still safely away in prison. I was still able to testify, and I was still scarred for life.
Justice was served, the community’s obligation to me was fulfilled, and I was no better for any of it. Testifying, facing Father in court...it didn’t make it better and it didn’t change a soddin’ thing. Even talking to my family about it later didn’t help...it just meant they knew.
And that was the big deal that helped me more than anything...the truth didn’t set me free. It was love...the fact that my family knew about everything I’d endured, they saw how ugly my father had made me...and they loved me anyway.
[locked - visible only to Baileigh]
And even now...it’s the same way. Because someone else learned the truth, and wanted me regardless. Desired me...a man I barely know. He saw all my ugliness, and he still touched me, held me...he made me feel beautiful, like I was any other girl in the world.
And God help me, I *really* think I could fall for this guy.
But if you say word ONE about this, Bee? I’ll kill you myself, and I mean it!...
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Muse: Valkyrie Callahan
Fandom: Supernatural (OC)
Words: 386
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Date: 2006-12-22 03:53 am (UTC):P
No, seriously. Have you told HIM this? You have, haven't you? Please tell me you have. Cause girl, it's SO mutual. I swear to God, the man is actually bordering on NICE sometimes--except when he can't talk to you EVERY SINGLE DAMNED DAY TWICE A DAY FOR FOUR HOURS.
Not that I'm complaining that he's eating MY cell phone minutes up or anything. Cause I'm not!So it must be love! ;D No, seriously. I mean that.
And hey, tell your brother to turn his damned cell phone on every once in a while, will ya?
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Date: 2006-12-22 04:17 am (UTC)And no, I haven't. You kidding? He'd think I'm NUTS. I mean, fabulous sex and massive snark do not a fairy tale make.
...He really does that? I mean...does he talk about me?...I just threw a shoe at his head and gave him your love. Call away. :P
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Date: 2006-12-22 04:37 am (UTC)Fairy tales? Overrated. But potential domestication (as domestic as is possible for us folk) and complete mutal-exclusiveness? Hell yeah. He'd be all over it. Pussy-cat at heart that he is.
Carter doesn't really talk about things, sweety--not unless you badger (which, yeah, okay, I badger, a lot). It's more...he's just not so angry all the time. He's doesn't hurt like he used to. And that's all you babe. :)
And yeah, he gets grouchy as FUCK if he can't call you.
Re: [password protected--visible only to Baileigh]
Date: 2006-12-22 05:22 pm (UTC)Domestication, fairy tales...you say potato, I say po-tah-to...
You seriously gotta be kidding about the...that stuff. And he's not angry...just hurts, like you said. He's like Cain, he doesn't suffer, he gets pissed. Makes him feel like he can *do* something about it.
Dude, CALL HIM. What'd I tell you about bitching and appeal? He gripes 'cause he's nuts about you. And after you guys hang up? He swears only HALF as much as usual. Hand to God.
Re: [password protected--visible only to Valkyrie]
Date: 2006-12-23 12:17 am (UTC)It's kinda scary how alike those two are, isn't it? Any day now they'll rub each other the wrong way one too many times and have the biggest knock-down-drag-out known to man. And unless it looks like they're really gonna kill each other, I'm gonna let them do it, too. And then I'm gonna beat them both even harder than they beat each other to knock the sense back into them.