Is it silly to cry over something so small... something not living? My art, everything I poared my being into... my life, is in Florida. My first drawing ever, that one drawing that inspired me to draw myself, the first drawing I ever did without looking at anything else to draw from. All of them, are possably lost to me forever. And what can I do ( Read more... )

And here I am once again. With the internet! WOOT! I added everyone to my friends list again because I felt like it. .....yaaayyy..... :P I bought this beutiful picture for my room a while ago. It is "Stary Night" by Van Gogh. He is quite the artist I believe. Also, for anyone who is into World of Warcraft, I play again as well! Usually my ( Read more... )

I was this man. I don't know why I was a man, but I was. I was in some body of water, and there was this... "creature" next to me. I knew he was good. Don't know why. A huge shark-like-thing came up and swallowed me. That was the end. Then, I looked down at in my hand and It had two objects. One was a tape recorder, and the other was some kind of ( Read more... )

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This one time while I was walking the streets of my life I came across a dead doormouse in my shoe! What was I to do? I could not wear my shoes in that condistion!! So I went to the pharmacy and bought some pie. Everybody loves pie. Except for those people who hate pie. Yes, those ones.... Anyways, Once I go back to the castle I was forced to get ( Read more... )

I have nothing to wright about. Here I am at school durring break, bored as hell, and I have not a thing to wright about. Well... nothing worth while anyways. nothing that will affect you, or me, or anyone else for that matter. I really don't know why I am wrighting in this silly thing at all. I supose it is to make the 15 minuts go by faster than ( Read more... )

Why is a Ravin like a Wrighting desk?

Alright, you know those times, when your life is sad? The ones that make you hurt on the inside. Those times when everything you do reminds you of what you are trying to forget, and it makes you depressed. Sometimes you think of killing yourself, but of course you know inside that you never would. You just know. You can't. You love liveing too much ( Read more... )

My birthday was this Sunday. The whole week prior to it, I was feeling rather depressed. I was so afraid that someone very special to me was not going to call me on my birthday, or let me know they care at all. I supose I figured they were probably going to forget all about my birthday. So the week before was a little hard to cope with ( Read more... )