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it is decided. im getting a tattoo

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I rewrote certain parts in the prologue and chapter 1. nothing really major but some things are completely different. For example i have named the swords in the prologue and i changed the ending slightly in chapter 1. I got tired of writing near the end of chapter 1 so i got lazy. I fixed some errors and i know their are more. if it is just small ( Read more... )

finally. It is finally happening. So close to what i need to be. So close to where i used to be. Love has made me depise who i was. Love has made me a fool. Clouding judgment and hurting people in the long run. Thats all it is good for. Made me paranoid, jealous, possesive. I was happy too. but that is the illusion of love. makes you think your ( Read more... )

Party again last weekend. It was taz's going away party. I bought vodka and whiskey for everyone. Some people smoked but im still finished with that. It was fun most of the night. I got some quality time with someone im thinking of asking out, but im still dont want to move on. I know i need to though... I dressed like a woman and aarica did my ( Read more... )

well... lets see. Apparently, tiffa doesnt want me to post about missing her or anything about the way i feel about her anymore. It seems i am trying to get everyone, even her own mother to turn against her. If you feel i am trying to do that. let me know. Im just writing about whats on my mind and how i feel. She went as far as to say she starts ( Read more... )

I finally worked on my story a bit. Completed chapter one and changed small things in the prologue. I made a new live journal just for the story. add it. spread the word. i dont care if i know them, like them or what. I want people to read it and tell how horrible a writer i am. If it is someone that is just gonna say it is good to be nice then ( Read more... )

i miss her. i miss the way she smells. i miss the way she dressed. i miss the way she told me she loved me. Am i ok? i miss her long brown hair. i miss her beautiful eyes. I miss her perfect lips. I miss the look on her face when she wanted something. Is something wrong? I miss her smile. I miss her tears. I miss her perfect voice. I miss the touch ( Read more... )

Everyone wears a mask for everyone to see... metaphorically of course. Ever notice how you act differently depending on who you are around? and how you are a completely different person all together when your alone. Everyone does it. Some people wear more masks than others. Taking their face off and putting on the most appropriate mask. Ever wonder ( Read more... )