Love is watching someone die...

[skintight15]

Dear Journal(and anyone else look lol),

Today, I woke up after two hours of sleep. The alarm clock screaming at me to face my defeat. It's 5am bitch, wakey wakey! Alright, I'm up, thanks to my mind full of thoughts, and fears I feel uterly exhausted. My eyes burned and a light glaze of tear graced it's bottom lid. Oh my, today's going to be

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[imaluvmachine]

i've read some of your journals, are you a writer by any chance?

[skintight15]

Not really. I love writing, and I'm a song writer..but I dance and sing so I haven't put much thought into books or journals..I have started a few, but never with the intent of actually doing something with them. why do you ask?

[imaluvmachine]

i ask because this entry painted a picture, no, more like, played a short film inside my head. when a book does this, i get hooked and it turns into some sort of memory. of course what you wrote is on the depressive side but we are in the same lj community, i get where you come from with all of that. especially the part about standing in the yellowish bathroom in front of the mirror before showering. in fact, my bathroom is the same, light yellow with a mirror that loathes my body. just wanted to let you know that i like how you write :) what are you going to college for?

[skintight15]

That means a lot to me. I've had a lot of people tell me that I am a very discriptive writer. That I write about things so vividly, and that when they read it they feel, and see it. Maybe I should get into it. :) Who knows. I'm In college for dance. I've been dancing for 14 years, and I love it with all my heart. However, on the days I am stuck in this crowded little mind of mine, I write. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for commenting and complimenting. :)