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    Diary of a Mad Addict . . . Chapter 19

    Story written on February 7, 2005 by T6beach.
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    Story Shortlink: https://mail.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=51964
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    Something’ Got to Give . . .

    But then again I would never have met some really cool people either. I would never have been so touched and attracted and addicted to the talent level of writers to which I have been exposed. I would never have followed BnT to foreign countries, stayed with them through every conceivable tragedy and joy life can toss out to one couple , hung with them years down the line and seen them change places or have seen what their lives might be like in the future. I never would have laughed til I cried and cried til I cried some more.

    I never would have picked up the keyboard and pounded out such insane and inane tales from the crib about my life with K, my addictions, my obsessions. I never would have experienced the admiration of some of the Fan Fic sites most prolific authors – something that still fills me with such humility and embarrassment – the thought of my faves actually reading this. And I certainly would never have gotten the enjoyment of spinning a tale as twisted and deceptive as my life – for its always about the story – the ability to hook the reader and make them feel something – some type of emotion – make them laugh or cry or go NO ***** WAY, or say to themselves, ARE YOU KIDDING ME? THIS CANT BE TRUE? or as is the case in many of the Fan Fic chapters about Bette and Tina THIS IS SO ROMANTIC, SO TOUCHING, SO HEART WRENCHING.

    Yea, its always been about the story for me. And I laid there, tied to the bed thinking about the stories, the fibs, the half truths, the flat, out and out lies I have been telling K, I closed my eyes and started to cry. Silent tears of self-pity – crying not because I was remorseful but because I got caught – got caught because I was stupid enough to blurt out some kind of nonsensical confession. And now I had to think of more lies to get myself out of this predicament and out of these exceptionally tight restraints.

    My nose began to run as I continued to weep, the crocodile tears blending with the drips, both falling and forming little pools of moisture on my upper lip. I wanted so badly to wipe the wetness away using the sleeve of my sweatshirt – the same sweatshirt I was wearing when K dumped the bowl of fruit on me.
    Seeing that I was still wearing that sweatshirt, I stopped crying long enough to focus once again and survey my surroundings. I really wanted to know where I was and why I was tied up or tied down and why I was wearing the same clothes I had been wearing when I revealed my flaws to K.

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    2. You are reyond help,but most of us are in the same shape.I try not to pich a favorite writer. I just try to read and comment. I guess we all all a little insanity,just dont tell everyone in cyper sapce. thanks for posting.

    5. Beachie, you are by far one of the most inventive writers on this site. I don’t give a rats *ss that the story is not about B&T. Its still funny, entertaining, and most of all original. Thanks for once again making me smile.

    7. LOL!!! ““You cry because you got caught, because you struggle with the next lie you must tell to continue the deception.”

      (MOTHER FUCK ME AGAIN, SHE IS GOOD)” OH MY GOD is right!! I can not wait for the next chapter. Brilliant! I say that and I mean it. I love that you ate the banana off your head. HA!

    8. You’ve got great comedic timing. Well done! I love the Diary; reminds me I’m not alone and well, it’s just wickedly hilarious! :) Addiction is sweet!

    9. I’ve came to the conclusion of one of the following:

      #1-You are also addicted to Joan of Arcadia. Or somehow apart of the show.

      #2-You and Your Wife have sent e-mails of encouragement to me.

      #3-You are seriously missing me and my tales (yes, I have a huge ass ego……..what of it!? ;D)

      #4-You are one of the Ladies from the L Word-star, executive producer/writer, exectutive producer/director-writer. and/or a certain music composer (director).

      #5-You truly are insane!

      #6-This tale is either 100% real or 100% Fiction………with the raritiy of one or the other slipping in from time to time.

      #7-A combination of the above-give or take a few of them.

      #8-All of the above! :D

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