I Hate Death (On Hold)

Now today would've been one of the wost yet. Persephone was going away, for the first of her four month break from hell. How come I don't get a break? It's not like I asked to be here. Death just brought me here. I didn't complain at time though, because well, he was this hot guy rescuing me from death and spouting Sexual innuendos at me. I can clearly remember one, "Hey, I'm looking for treasure, mind if I look in your chest?" He was like a sex god. Not that I knew, saying yes ment saying yes forever.

Afte I said goodbye to Persephone, I made sure to call Death and tell him to make sure he gets here tonight. He promised he would but often his promises never go through. Maybe I should make him swear on the river Styx.

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I lay in the big, god sized bed, dressed to impress. I have my phone out and there's really not much happening. Well mainly because everyone else here is fuckin dead! I just wanted a normal life, but then again, who's to say, to judge, what's normal?

What really is normal? Do we all really want to be normal? What's so good about being normal? Maybe I'm too bust worrying about my own needs and desire's, maybe I need to focus on others.

But before I knew It, Death had once again stood me up. I hate Death.

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