IceySaur

So. Here we are again. I know I promised a birthday picture this year and it's coming,but I couldn't get around to it today. As most of you know,I'm fifteen today (25th of January). That's a pretty big milestone. ...But I'm gonna be honest here. I wanted to die since I was seven,and this time it's not really diffrent. But I'm still alive. I especially thought I would die during last year,as it was pretty awful for me. All my days are usually awful,but today was,strangely enough,pretty good. But that doesn't mean I feel good. I feel terrible. My mom is in the hospital since last Thursday. And she was the first one to wish me a happy birthday t

January 25th 2001. The day I was born. I must admit,I don't have the BEST life,but I like it... Hell,some time back I had suicidal thoughts! I still would if not for Lenka and Gabby/lailakohler... Ahem...Anyway,here's my story up to this point- I'm not a great person. Literally. I'm just a rude,freshly fourteen year old bitch. I was born in the small town of Skalica,located in Slovakia...I was apearently asking out on eleven PM the previous day and was born at eight AM...Heh... Anyway,my life was well...Avarage,to say the least... But then age nine struck,which is when most shit happened. They discovered that I have Diabetes type one,I gained

A/N: A short fic centered on Dr. Loboto. Slight spoilers for Rhombus of Ruin. -- Tonight was the night. Months and months had been spent in preparation. Weeks spent holed up in this makeshift laboratory with schematics, blueprints, notes, and prototypes taking up every corner. And more recently, there'd been nice, little, precious, juicy, brains to take care of. Finally. He'd been looking forward to that since he'd taken this job. The only thing that could make it better would be if they all weren't so… non-aggressive. He bent low over his worktable and was reaching for a half-filled syringe with his left hand when there was a slight