Okay so let me start this off by saying this thing is fucking stupid, okay? Bullshit like this never helps and it's just annoying.
Anyway, back when I was a kid and got made to go to a therapist (ew) one thing he told me to do was keep a journal of my thoughts and feelings; to help me express myself. I got the date written down and that was it. Kinda got pointless anyway as I no longer saw him after the next session, (The 'pencil-hand incident, I think they call it in psychologist training school, now). Recently, however, I've been feeling... Weird(er than usual) and thought "Eh, fuck it" and I'll see how it goes.
So for anyone reading this (which should be no-one) I'm Lilith Samantha Martiel. But don't call me Lilith; it's Lily. Or Raven. I'm in me early twenties and I've spent the past year living in hell on Earth. Fuck, I didn't even mean to end up here; I was just riding my bike through when some cunt cut me up on the outskirts of town. I was fine, my bike ended up flatter than my tits, though.
Ended up walking the rest of the way into the city where I had to spend a month living off the streets as a no-body. Which turned out to be much safer than people knowing me; since being here I've been shot, stabbed, blown up, raped, beaten more times than I can count... What is it with this place and attracting the most psychotic nutters around? It's like a crazy-magnet. Still kicking though, as usual. Martiels are hard to kill.
Okay, I've suddenly started feeling very stupid writing this and I'm not quite sure why I'm doing it. Whatever, I might add to it again if anything interesting happens if I get bored.