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Jainey doesn't remember much about the first time she went there.
She knows she was around 4 years old, and she's pretty sure it was Jay-daddy's idea. She remembers Jen-daddy laughing while Jay-daddy ran everywhere with her in his arms, to look at things she doesn't remember. She remembers the Minnie Mouse t-shirt Jen-daddy picked out for her, and the look on Jay-daddy's face when she picked it over the clothes he'd picked.
She picks up the t-shirt and thinks for a moment, before heading to her daddies' room.
~*~
He hears a call of "Daddy?" and he looks up from the suitcase he's packing. Jainey's stood in front of him, and he grins as he sees what she's holding.
"Jen-daddy..." she starts slowly.
Jensen lifts her over the suitcase and sits her in his lap. "What's up sweetie?"
"Because it's Mary's first time at Disneyland, can she wear this?"
Tears fill his eyes and he squeezes Jainey close. "If you're sure honey." he whispers into her hair.
She knows she was around 4 years old, and she's pretty sure it was Jay-daddy's idea. She remembers Jen-daddy laughing while Jay-daddy ran everywhere with her in his arms, to look at things she doesn't remember. She remembers the Minnie Mouse t-shirt Jen-daddy picked out for her, and the look on Jay-daddy's face when she picked it over the clothes he'd picked.
She picks up the t-shirt and thinks for a moment, before heading to her daddies' room.
~*~
He hears a call of "Daddy?" and he looks up from the suitcase he's packing. Jainey's stood in front of him, and he grins as he sees what she's holding.
"Jen-daddy..." she starts slowly.
Jensen lifts her over the suitcase and sits her in his lap. "What's up sweetie?"
"Because it's Mary's first time at Disneyland, can she wear this?"
Tears fill his eyes and he squeezes Jainey close. "If you're sure honey." he whispers into her hair.
"Eraser"
some days are better, they're better than others
can't run forever, you're pushing me under
what a way to live my life
i'm hiding from the battles i don't want to fight
what i've become
and now it's going grey
all the lines are blurring and decayed
i can't recall exactly who's to blame..... anymore
is it me or is it you , something isn't right
of all the things that we could do we just wanna fight
someday i will find the courage to embrace you
someday i will find the strength to erase you
some days i think i'm nothing without you
sometimes i wish that i could just kill you
what a way we live our lives
it's hard to breathe
it feels like i'm infected by my dad's disease
and now it's going grey
and you're the one i chose to feed me pain
and i'm the one you bring home so ashamed.....through their eyes
[chorus]
and i see myself in heaven
if i can free myself from this hell
some days are better, they're better than others
can't run forever, you're pushing me under
what a way to live my life
i'm hiding from the battles i don't want to fight
what i've become
and now it's going grey
all the lines are blurring and decayed
i can't recall exactly who's to blame..... anymore
is it me or is it you , something isn't right
of all the things that we could do we just wanna fight
someday i will find the courage to embrace you
someday i will find the strength to erase you
some days i think i'm nothing without you
sometimes i wish that i could just kill you
what a way we live our lives
it's hard to breathe
it feels like i'm infected by my dad's disease
and now it's going grey
and you're the one i chose to feed me pain
and i'm the one you bring home so ashamed.....through their eyes
[chorus]
and i see myself in heaven
if i can free myself from this hell
You are the Spiteful Loner, the personality type that is most likely to go on a shooting rampage. In high school, you were probably that kid who wore all black and who sat alone in a corner of the lunch room, drawing pictures of dead babies. You are a rational person and tend to hold emotions in very low-esteem; not only that, but you are also rather introverted, meaning you probably bury any emotions you feel deep inside yourself, like all of the bodies in your backyard. Combine these traits with your dislike of others and your brutality, and it seems that you would be quite likely to shoot innocent people in a rampage. Most likely, you also have low self-esteem. Hell, I get low self-esteem just looking at you. This is only yet one more incentive to go on a shooting rampage, because you wouldn't care if you died as a result. Granted, you probably haven't gone on a shooting rampage and probably never will, but all the motivations are there. All you need is for someone to push you over the edge, calling you names and belittling you. Like me. But don't shoot me. I have a 101 mile-long knife, you know. In conclusion, your personality is defective because you are too introverted, brutal, insecure, and rather unemotional. No wonder no one hangs around you, you morbid, cold-hearted freak!
To put it less negatively:
1. You are more RATIONAL than intuitive.
2. You are more INTROVERTED than extroverted.
3. You are more BRUTAL than gentle.
4. You are more HUMBLE than arrogant.
Compatibility:
Your exact opposite is the Televangelist.
Other personalities you would probably get along with are the Capitalist Pig, the Smartass, and the Sociopath.
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To put it less negatively:
1. You are more RATIONAL than intuitive.
2. You are more INTROVERTED than extroverted.
3. You are more BRUTAL than gentle.
4. You are more HUMBLE than arrogant.
Compatibility:
Your exact opposite is the Televangelist.
Other personalities you would probably get along with are the Capitalist Pig, the Smartass, and the Sociopath.
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