Its been at least 4 days since Sara Bloss became Sara Elizabeth FUCKING Lycans, and ever since I have had dreams, both terrible and vivid. Worse than the nightly haunting is the daily pain, the regret and the dawning realization that I cannot have back what I once had. No matter how much I loath what transpired I miss all the wonderful emotions ( Read more... )

Most recently, I have been thinking long and hard about going from a teaching profession to a criminology profession. Serial killers interest me far more than they should. In every state there is a recorded serial killer and of all countries the United States has the highest serial murder rate in the world. I often consider the possibility that ( Read more... )

I can only hope that the dream of the night before was a sign of impending good news. I had a dream about a girl, lovely as could be, and more so than that an exciting girl, sharp witted and clever with hair like white gold. She enticed me in the dream and we conversed, making the dream unusual considering its lusty nature. How many carnal ( Read more... )

Candles burned in a circle upon the table round which they all sat, five in all. The room around them was slightly cluttered as was the nature of poets and artists and young vibrant souls. As they all sat together sipping wine, they also listened as one would read the penned words of their heart from the page, moving each differently and yet all ( Read more... )

Her eyes adjusted to the darkness quickly. The room she was sitting in wasn't entirely black and was illuminated by a tiny beam of light streaming through what appeared to be a grate above. Her wrists were bound to the arms of a chair with black tape, and her ankles bound the same. Around her was nothing, only the walls of block, and water on ( Read more... )

Recently, I took the time to go and obtain my West Virginia Concealed Carry permit, and since having gotten it I haverealized that I live differently, think differently and have altered the course of my day to day to accomodate the sword I live by. My first day in huntington after legally obtaining my carry permit made me unusually paranoid. ( Read more... )

Ive been suffering the ache of pain slowly seeping back into its rightful place and events and importance finding its original bearings on my compass. Do we lose hope as we grow older? Is that part of life, when you realize you are only destined to perish with nothing in your life lasting. It seems that each day that passes is one thing I didn't ( Read more... )

It is thursday, I woke up in a the bed of another, not a woman wholly, but not a girl. It seems that sleeping is what I should be doing but I can't seem to do it as much as it required. A thousand worried thoughts are gnawing at me, with little voices of familiar people. Every day I feel just a hair closer to making those voices quiet forever, ( Read more... )

I feel like I am simply putting one foot in front of the other for the simple fact that dying is frightening. Goals seem so pointless with so much bearing down, so many rules and loop holes and pit falls. I wish sometimes that I could explain this to others, but sadly there lifes are much richer, and have far more responsibilities than mine. ( Read more... )

I took a long nap yesterday, about 630 or so, after eating a large meal. I layed down after reading some pages from the biography of Ho Chi Minh and had no dreams, waking at about 10. This was a mistake however, as such a long nap followed by rousing myself to full consciousness left me unable to sleep for many hours. When finally I did sleep, ( Read more... )