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Killjoy ID Symbols (KISs) Project: 2ND Impact

Hey, beautifuls.
I hope you guys and girls feeling well.
It is time to bring back the fire!!! It is the second movement of my unofficial project: "Killjoy ID Symbols" (also now known as KISs Project)!!!

You may or may not know, that I've made like dozens of ID Symbols for friends and members of the MCRmy half a year ago. I made one for Radio Star, Venom Heart, Princess Rose, Sunshine Slaughter, Menacing Venom, Deathwisher, Kobra Poison and tons of other cool Killjoys here. And I posted those ID Symbols on here. Unfortunately, we are unable to look at them again due to small, unreasonable changes on this site. If you wish to see my creations, here's a link to my Facebook Photo Album:

https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.540343482682842.1073741825.100...

If there's any problem with the link, do let me know.
Now, if you wish to have one, please fill out the following requirements:

Killjoy Name:
MCRmy Member Since:
First MCR Song:

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The Saddest Man In The World (The Cover Page)

Hey, beautifuls. As you may have noticed, I am currently writing a novel called The Saddest Man In The World.
The story is inspired by true stories that have occurred. It is of a melancholic man's life filled with tragedy, misfortune, heartbreak, sadness, disappointment, misinterpretation, lost and loveless.
I still am not sure how far will the story goes, either. But I'm sure in the end, it will be the saddest story I ever written in my work.
However, I am still having doubts of the name of the novel. I wonder if I should called it "Melancholia" instead. What do you guys think? Oh, and tell me what you think of the cover page?

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the saddest man in the world: a poetic friend

CHAPTER 2: A Poetic Friend

She was....special, and 15. I found her very attractive with or without a smile. I know it is very weird to say that, especially when I realized that I am 5 years older than her, which technically makes me a pedophile. But she was a special person to me who never have a single friend.

I met her in the Cherolle Mance Garden. Not inside the Cherolle Mance Garden, but beyond the forbidden path to where the sun is being swallowed by the Red Ocean. Me and few visitors of the garden found her standing on that ledge--only her. She looked down at the mouth of the Red Ocean, and we looked at her feeling down and concerned. They (the visitors) tried to convince her to not jump off, calmed her down however they can, but the look in her teary eyes, she was very serious.

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the saddest man in the world: a poetic friend

CHAPTER 2: A Poetic Friend

She was....special, and 15. I found her very attractive with or without a smile. I know it is very weird to say that, especially when you realized that I am 5 years older than her, which technically makes me a pedophile. But she was a special person to me who never have a single friend.

I met her in the Cherolle Mance Garden. Not inside the Cherolle Mance Garden, but beyond the forbidden path to where the sun is being swallowed by the Red Ocean. Me and few visitors of the garden found her standing on that ledge--only her. She looked down at the mouth of the Red Ocean, and we looked at her feeling down and concerned. They (the visitors) tried to convince her to not jump off, calmed her down however they can, but the look in her teary eyes, she was very serious.

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the saddest man in the world: a poetic friend

CHAPTER 2: A Poetic Friend

She was....special, and 15. I found her very attractive with or without a smile. I know it is very weird to say that, especially when you realized that I am 5 years older than her, which technically makes me a pedophile. But she was a special person to me who never have a single friend.

I met her in the Cherolle Mance Garden. Not inside the Cherolle Mance Garden, but beyond the forbidden path to where the sun is being swallowed by the Red Ocean. Me and few visitors of the garden found her standing on that ledge--only her. She looked down at the mouth of the Red Ocean, and we looked at her feeling down and concerned. They (the visitors) tried to convince her to not jump off, calmed her down however they can, but the look in her teary eyes, she was very serious.

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the saddest man in the world: a poetic friend

CHAPTER 2: A Poetic Friend

She was....special, and 15. I found her very attractive with or without a smile. I know it is very weird to say that, especially when you realized that I am 5 years older than her, which technically makes me a pedophile. But she was a special person to me who never have a single friend.

I met her in the Cherolle Mance Garden. Not inside the Cherolle Mance Garden, but beyond the forbidden path to where the sun is being swallowed by the Red Ocean. Me and few visitors of the garden found her standing on that ledge--only her. She looked down at the mouth of the Red Ocean, and we looked at her feeling down and concerned. They (the visitors) tried to convince her to not jump off, calmed her down however they can, but the look in her teary eyes, she was very serious.

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the saddest man in the world: a poetic friend

CHAPTER 2: A Poetic Friend

She was....special, and 15. I found her very attractive with or without a smile. I know it is very weird to say that, especially when you realized that I am 5 years older than her, which technically makes me a pedophile. But she was a special person to me who never have a single friend.

I met her in the Cherolle Mance Garden. Not inside the Cherolle Mance Garden, but beyond the forbidden path to where the sun is being swallowed by the Red Ocean. Me and few visitors of the garden found her standing on that ledge--only her. She looked down at the mouth of the Red Ocean, and we looked at her feeling down and concerned. They (the visitors) tried to convince her to not jump off, calmed her down however they can, but the look in her teary eyes, she was very serious.

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the saddest man in the world: heartbroken

CHAPTER 1: HEARTBROKEN

There she goes. Disappeared like dust. Never to be heard again. It sickens me.

I love her. And I hate her. She made me feel like I'm on top of the world. And then, she made me feel like I'm just nothing. She let me rest in her arms, just like I let her rest in mine. I feel like we're lovers. And I wished we were, but I was too afraid of to lose this friendship. Well, congratulations. One of your greatest fear has come true. God, how you are a kind, fair Lord.

((*sigh* Sorry, God. Forgive my dishonesty.))

I kept on thinking if I was absolutely the one her heart was looking for.
Thinking....Thinking.....and then, overthinking.
It hurts really bad. When the mind hurts so bad, it effects the circulation of blood in my heart.
Or maybe, it's the other way around. Either way, it just hurts so bad--so terribly bad.

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I need you right now

please, I don't care who you are but please come right now.
I need you now
desperately now
I feel myself shattering
I need you to hold me, please.
I need you to sing so close to my ears
I need to feel the existence of your wind blowed
I need to cry on your shoulder
I need to hold you tightly and closely and never letting go
please, I need you now
im not lying
im breaking
please now

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I'm Scared of My Friends

Not scared or worried or concerned for them. I am literally scared of them. I am frightened of them. Not all of them, but some. Everyone is weird and crazy, even me. But day by day, their true color start grow brighter and clearer--and they become even weirder than ever. To the point where monsters aren't the scariest thing to exist now. I start to have doubts if they really are "beautiful friends". Because they couldn't be this scary.
I cannot say what I mean and why I said so, because I am too afraid to say these things that made me scared of them. It literally blew my mind and my heart. I got broken from knowing the deepest, darkest secrets about my friends.
They are being themselves. I'm fine with it. It has been one of my philosophy or whatever it is called in life. But it is too much for me to sink it in. It is incredibly unbelievable--heartbreakingly impossible.