The force of his sadness disrupts the appliances from time to time. Knowledge is his only friend. Drowning in the enormous and dark shadow his twin sister casts, allows him to comfortably withdrawal from it all. Fights with his parents are regular. Most of the time he would storm to his room and throw on something loud and annoying punching the air ( Read more... )

You ever feel like you are getting too much of a good thing. That feeling, of course, is caused by the constant fear that it's going to be ripped away from you. Then it becomes a battle of trying to over come that fear and not freak out the good thing at the same time. Normal is nutty ( Read more... )

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I feel like pouring my heart out to the electronic bits of light for some reason. Sometimes (mostly because only two people read this journal) I feel like I am writing into some kind of white void. When the site went down in December I thought, "Wonderful peanuts! Here we go." Then I thought, "pssfft who the hell reads this shit anyhow ( Read more... )

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Looking for criticisms. If anyone can help, please comment. Any assistance in developing my style and story telling abilities is greatly appreciated. Grammar corrections obviously will help as well ( Read more... )

After all was back to the comfortable place with the little light over my desk and my blank pages. It must have been a lifetime of letters. She started writing to me when my mother went into the asylum and my grandmother came to stay with me. Sometimes I laughed and other times cried. When I ran across the amazing talent she had I was in disbelief ( Read more... )