A diary huh? Well this is new.

I would like to start out by saying i'm a normal guy. Had a pretty normal childhood and grew up in a loving home. Do i need to explain all this? I mean.. This is just my diary.. Whatever.

Lets start at the beginning. My mom is Bebe Pink. The notorious Bebe Pink. Not that i knew any of that growing up. Actually I didn't know all that until a couple months ago. Funny how things come to light. Not that is changed anything. I still have the most protective mother in Hathian and I wouldn't change that for a second.  Coming from a big family, I always had people around me, And protecting me. Its funny how trouble seems to always find me.

The past couple days have been an ordeal, I'm still fuzzy on the details, But ill try my best to write down what happened. Maybe when I read this back I will start to remember more.

It started about a week ago. My crazy ex room mate started stalking me.. Again.  Abigale. She was always kinda fun and always scored the awesome nose candy.  I didn't really know at the time but she had a crush on me.. Maybe more then a crush. She was obsessed. I didn't see it, But then again I had other things i was interested in.  When it was confirmed I'm gay, She didn't take it to well. The last i saw of her,  She was running into the woods to live a gypsy lifestyle.

Queue in last week. She managed to find twitter, using it to cyber stalk me. She managed to find out where I live. Where I work and my schedule. She made no effort to hide the fact. I was in living hell. Couldn't sleep, couldn't eat. My life was restricted to staying at home and hoping she wouldn't show up.

Guess what!? She showed up. It was late and I was in the media room watching Golden Girls, I heard something on the porch. I got up and started to head over to investigate when a fist went through one of the small windows by the front door. Abi managed to get the door open and charged me. She had a primal look in her eye. She was on a mission, And that mission was to take me.  We struggled. I remember getting a punch or two in, but I always thought punching a girl was kinda wrong. After we tumbled around I remember feeling a little prick, then nothing. I don't remember anything after that.

I woke up some time later. Naked. bound with my hands behind my back. She did things. Things I'm not ready to talk about yet. Things that I don't know if I will ever be ready to talk about. Even here.

It all came to an end last night. The bitch tried to hang me. Thank god Geoffrey was watching twitter. If not I don't think I would be here right now. I'm alive. Some bruises and cuts and a stab wound but I'm alive.

Speaking of Geoffrey.  The love of my life. When i first met Geoffrey I didn't think anything like this would happen. He was cute, Older.. Not really the type I go for. He looked kinda dirty and Smelled. I let him fuck me. I was horny and he was there, After some teasing and heavy flirting on my part he wad down. He was only in town for a week and we spent every night of that week together. When he went back to California it was the longest week of my life. I didn't know I could need someone like that. A genuine need that only he can fill.

It didn't take long before we were living together. He is my best friend and I honestly don't know what I would do without him. My live is nothing if he is not in it. I hope in ten years when I read this again, We are married and one of those old couples people make fun of for looking like each other.

I think whatever the doctors gave me is starting to take effect. I feel like I'm rambling so I think I should go to sleep.

Until next time.