Dear Diary,

The air is cold as I sit outside waiting for an answer. I can't stop the warm tears from rolling down my cheeks as I think about my future, if I ever see one that is. I've been sitting in the same spot for almost an hour in this 25-degree weather. My whold body has lost its warmth, and as far as I'm concerned, I feel like I'm dead.

Death doesn't bother me, if you've gone through what I've been through in the past few hours, you wouldn't mind it either. I feel so violated and I don't know if I have the strenght to find my way home.

I know a girl from facebook. There was nothing suspicious about her, she looked like just a typical girl you would find at school or a party. She seemed to be a nice person and I knew I would like her. That's before I knew what I was in for.

⇒ Rz Rasel

® Rz Rasel's Diary:-

Life is a hideous thing, and from the background behind what we know of it peer daemoniacal hints of truth which make it sometimes a thousandfold more hideous. Science, already oppressive with its shocking revelations, will perhaps be the ultimate exterminator of our human species—if separate species we be—for its reserve of unguessed horrors could never be borne by mortal brains if loosed upon the world. Well, I am Rz Rasel that's okay. This is my story, with lots of death and antiquated charm. You can read it here. ⇒ Rz Rasel

® Rz Rasel's Diary:-

Today, the statue did not fall at my touch, but something far stranger happened. I placed my hands upon the stone… and the statue was warm to the touch. I staggered away, instantly, tearing my hands free from that unnatural warmth. And as I watched, in fear and, strangely, excitement… the statue began to move. ⇒ Rz Rasel

® Rz Rasel's Diary:-

When first I had seen the statue, it had disturbed me, but also sparked my curiousity. Some strange prank, perhaps? A message, from a fellow collector of rare curiousities? ⇒ Rz Rasel

® Rz Rasel's Diary:-
My name is Rz Rasel. I'm 2011 years old. I live in ... I keep a diary because it's hard for me to open up and talk to people in my life about my true feelings. So many people have let me down. I also have a history, I'm a history, I'm a part of history. I've been diagnosed with depression. Once I was very codependent. ⇒ Rz Rasel

® Rz Rasel's Diary:-
My life is a mess. It's not visible to anyone, but me. Correction: My FEELINGS/EMOTIONS are a mess. I just hate admitting that I have them. I daydreamed about what it would be like. It's horrible. I haven't so much bad history. ⇒ Rz Rasel

® Rz Rasel's Diary:-
 I am so stupid. Yet until today, each attempt went the same. I placed my hands upon the statue, and it did not move. I pushed against it, desperately, and felt the cold, rough stone press against my skin… and then I would abruptly let go, feeling foolish, and stomp back to the house to pretend the attempt had never been made. ⇒ Rz Rasel