I Have a Dark Side Stories of Experiences

I decided a couple of years ago that I would be more cheerful, positive, and a person that encourages others. I've worked really hard to be where I'm at today. But I remember at one point I used to hate smiling at people and being too...

I did not mean to hurt her it all happened so fast I never meant to do anything wrong!She trusts me and I hurt her.I only wanted to talk and be near to her but she had that loving look in her eyes and she looked so beautiful.I was...

I try to control them I just can't do it.Every fiber in my body wants to grab her tie her up and fuck her in every way.I dream of having a friend hold her down while I taste her pussy licking her until she orgasms in my mouth.Then I get...

Have you ever heard the saying "Sugar and spice with everything nice?" It is very true. I am not always your sweet, unvocal Brittany. I can be the evil, disturbed Brittany too. I try to be nice, but if you mess with my friends. Then you...

Good for you, you're no more special than anyone else.

Anyone who thinks otherwise is a fool.

Darkness is a part of life, get over yourselves.

We went out, alcohol controlled the night. I don't remember anything out of place but I guess the bruises speak for themselves. Apparently I locked my best friend in the bathrooms and tortured her for 2hours. She said I kept laughing...

I have returned, I have been quite busy lately but I have come into a bit of free time and have decided to utilize a small percentage of it for this, as of lack of anything better to do. In my absence I have noted to myself there are...

I have a dark side and that is all I have. I do not care who knows if you love me you love my darkness. I absolutely love the light though and oh how I long to embrace it, make love to it, and never let it go.

My life is like a movie. it's dark and it starts kinda slow.I have a twist in the middle that isn't natural and may be the point but I end soon.my darkest room is the very different but you can't even see.
Enough of that ,I'm not normal...

well I decided to write a poem to show you on how dark I'm truly am well...hear it goes I guess (some of the parts are fake)

The dark is the only place I'll be,
It conforts me,
It leaves me calm but I still have this feeling deep...

no one not even me has seen the full extent to my dark side...I scare myself at times

I really do have a dark side. What keeps it at bay is the high tolerance I have for things. I also do not like disruption of peace (due to lethargy and apathy) unless I really want to make others feel and experience the negativity as...

Everyone who knows me thinks I'm this sweet innocent child-like girl as my physical appearance suggests. But behind this facade lies a dark and ugly monster. And he is not asleep. He waits, one slip and he shows himself to others. And...

He is still, still as night
Silent, pondering
Looking deep within himself

Where is he?
The beautiful stranger
With the beautiful darkness
I hunger for

He is quiet, relaxed, at ease
He does not see me
He is lost in his own quiet...

Sometimes I feel like "dark side" isn't really enough of a descriptor...it's more like...a part of me. A piece of me that I keep hidden away from the world, locked away deep inside. And as much as I try to keep it suppressed, sometimes...

At age 11 I committed my soul fully to Satan...not symbolically, but fully and really to Satan, as in worshipping Him as a God! I have never once regretted that action and I would enthusiasticallly do it again a million times over...

Hello
Are you scared with me?
Hello
Are you scared of me?
Hello
Don't be.

It's okay if you are.
We all have light in us, too.
Same with the dark.
Let me shine through.

Chorus:
Don't be afraid.
Help me find my true self.
It's hard to...

I was dreaming in the middle of a dark night… A phantom!!Suddenly, I saw your face, I felt your touch, I perceived your presence, I smelled your body!! Ohh!!You made love to me and I responded with my breaths, my moans, my sigh...

I am not innocent. I am not who they really think I am. All of this emotional chaos inside of me. Does anybody know about it? No. They don't. Does anybody feel the way I do? The puppet master just keeps on tying me back up to make me...

The mask is cracking.
That's all there is to it. The facade of happiness is weakening and losing its potency,it's not as believable...not as real. It's becoming almost like a wax sculpture..something to be admired for its life-like...