I actually miss writing in here. I wonder why I stopped? It's mostly for me (being that few of my friends are even on here any more. Here's looking to those of you still here! *fist pump) and I do find it therapeutic. It's good to see the changes that have happened over the years. It's a way to track progress-- and lack thereof. But journaling made
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I haven’t done much so far. I’m blocked, actually. I lost my favorite writing book (no excuse, but its important to me). If I just push past the feeling that everything I write is bad, things will work out
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Every time I get depressed, Yellowcard's 'View form Heaven' song goes through my head. I literally start to sing it as I sigh. It's like a prayer I make unconsciously. To who? Nary a clue. But there it is.
I'll miss the way you called out 'Maaauuum' when you wanted outside. And the way the tip of your tail would flop side to side as you walked. I'll miss seeing you with your legs up in the air as you laid on your back infront of the closet door, your belly exposed to everyone. I'll miss the way you would walk up to the dogs and brush up agaisnt them
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I hate scripting you. I hate reading you. I wish March were over. Then I'd never have to look at you again. *beats comic book with a water can* I don't like zombies and I really don't like zombie heroes. Icky evil things.
I remember losing hours on the internet. Now there's not that mcuh to do, it feels like. What was I doing before? How did time pass so quickly? I need another way to waste time, haha. Especially since it's dark outside and I'm out of books
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