Some stuff happened recently that drove me to the point of "either write it down or suffer migranes for the rest of your life." And since I already felt a fucking huge one coming on, I wrote it. I didn't expect it to come out in all rhymes, but I was listening to The Way I Am by Eminem, and that inspired me. So I guess this goes along with that ( Read more... )

I've come to the conclusion that it is very sad that I've let one guy ruin it for the rest of them in my case. Well, three guys. But that's not the point. They were three guys that I never dated, and really not worth getting so bent out of shape over. The first guy had a hand in creating me. He treated me like shit when he was around, and then ( Read more... )

I have an extreme weakness for people in turmoil. Why? I can't tell you. Not because I don't want to, but because I don't know. Despite everything that creates itself in my head for my stories, I will always have a soft spot for potential. I will always get upset over injustice. I will always want to be someone's hero ( Read more... )

Title: False Hope ( Read more... )

I think I've finally hit breaking point. The funny part is, I've been heading in that direction the whole time. If I was actually worried about my own mental/emotional health, I'd have been able to pick up on it and keep it from happening. My life went into a complete downward spiral when Mom decided she was going to be spending every night at ( Read more... )

GAUHATI, India - The Indian military has a new weapon against terrorism: the world's hottest chili ( Read more... )

FAVORITES ( Read more... )

Poetry tonight kicked some major ass. In my several month absence, I forgot how overwhelming being in that environment can be; with as exhausted as I am, I was literally knocked into a state of daze. I think the best part for me was when I got up to read; I was confident, which has never happened at an Open Mic before. I was comfortable. When I ( Read more... )

Title: Battle of Facades
Rating: G
Pairing: Mirandy (severely implied)
Summary: Andrea just wanted acceptance.
A/N: Don't ask. I haven't slept in fifteen hours, and I just spit this one out on a mini notepad while waiting for my ride out to a poetry reading.

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