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Short story
(***I've got to add more after this, I've got ideas that I must put down. First of all, I have to put down what kind of chores she is required to do. Then I think I might want to have itt to where her da is back home by the time she is done with the chore. I'm not sure where all of this is going but I'm having fun just running along with it. ( Read more... ) -
Miscellaneous (Spelling?)
When I was younger, and my dad used to watch all these war movies, it was always so depressing and everyone seemed to die in it. I can remember not understanding what they were shooting at, I thought there was some evil in the air, in the forest, harming our men for no reason and the armies couldn't shoot them because the "evil" were invisible but ( Read more... ) -
Something I wrote a week ago and never posted...just a journal entry
I want to write. I love to write. The words come out smoother written then it does coming out of my own mouth. I'm driven, and loving it too. I got my fafsa filled out and turned in and it's been approved and now I have to wait for a phone call from the college and I can't wait! I'm going to sign up for the June 10th Star program so that I can ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
I never really cared about the "meaning" of life. Instead, I choose to Live it. I choose to create what I can in life and share it. Religion will not rule my life, for it's a personal thing and I refuse to push it on to others. I want to be open-minded about alot of things, and not ridicule anyone for their actions they've taken or the choices ( Read more... ) -
Words flowing out of me like water out of a fountain.
Today was a good day, because I chose to make it that way. Everything's a choice, especially your own thoughts and feelings. That is something that I want to talk about right now. For almost 4 years, I've lost myself. I didn't understand why I was so unhappy and so down on myself. I thought I was just born doomed to the nothingness in life. I didn' ( Read more... ) -
Aunt Carla's Funeral
The sound of the piano brings back memories of my grandma's house. The comforting silence it gives, no matter the darkness that happened before I was born or while I was young. The image of my aunt carla and the day of her funeral. Running with my cousin emily, back and forth, not knowing that my aunt was lying dead in her casket of the dimmly lit ( Read more... ) -
Truth
My emotions can get away with me. The things I write can sound a lot worse then it really is, but at the same time, those ARE my thoughts being written down in the mist of all the emotions going through me. Writing it all out had made me feel better. It was like publishing my feelings into a book almost and overwhelmed me to write some more! My ( Read more... ) -
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I honestly hate keeping things from them because it makes me only half a person. I want to be my complete self, honest to those who deserves honesty. Worrying that some of the things I do will hurt them, just pisses me off. They should accept me as I am otherwise they won't hear from me because i'm tired of not being able to be me. I've gone ( Read more... )