Chelcy Colins

February 11, 2022
My heart is hurting more than it has ever before and it is all because of Chelcy Colins. She is the most rotten person I have ever met and I am disgusted by the fact we were once friends. edit: best friends edit: very best writer friends
Why must I always dream alone? That is my question. Why does it feel like the world is out to make me miserable while I've done nothing at all. We used to write letters and give the postal system something to do... We used to talk and write for hours. I would go over to her house and we would just talk about things only writers understand... Sure she thought more about princesses and grand fights while I sat back to create 20 different species of moss... we were different but it was nice none the less. This is what I get for going out and making a friend. Never again will I write with another alongside me. If you can not trust your best friend, then who may I ask is supposed to be trustworthy.
Plagiarism. Is it the best form of flattery? All it has done to me is break apart my friendship. Who would want writing they didn't do? What human creature steals words? Words are the one thing we can share freely! You can believe I was utterly destroyed when I found my characters staring back at my from a page I didn't write. I was never prepared for how hostile Chelcy became once I exposed her and demanded penance.
She never said it to my face. She tried, but she was more confident on paper. She never saw all the tears that I cried because I do not matter. I am just a no one she can get rid of at will. Just like everyone I once knew, I am just the person in the background. I am not the main character but a sidekick who gets killed off after the produce the encouragement the main character needs to keep going.
To you snooping in my note book at the moment (little sibling or otherwise--yes I see you. Nothing is safe in this town) I will describe her so you can stay AWAY from this nonhuman creature. Miss Collins looks like the nicest person you could ever meet. Her hair is very long and is sun bleached so white it looks like wet snow. Her face suggests an angel and the clothes do more than suggest. Her whole wardrobe is whiter than heaven it's self!! stay away at all costs or face the consistence. She has no respect for the human race. The fallen angel is too perfect to realize her imperfections.
This has been the most terrible day and I don't believe I shall ever be the same again. Not that I was ever much fun... but I tried! I tried and this is what happened. It is back to the black pit of solitude, just how i like it. I also have no one to tell because I have no friends. None. I am utterly alone and shall stay that way the rest of my miserable days.
--Briar The Very Despondent

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