I'm back, I suppose. I don't know if anyone is out there from my last stay four years ago to read this, but if you are... Thank you.Life's a weird thing, I forgot Mibba even existed and now here I am, a much better writer and a much better person and I found the website and the people who saved me from my monsters.I don't know, I'm just being nostalgic really. Life's hard, but it gets better....

There are the kinds of days i write about, ones like the one that happened today. The heroine of the story would be falling apart, her life seems to have no point any longer. She cries and cries and is alone at a park, she's getting drenched as the sky cries with her. Her everything is ending, people are leaving her again and it's shaking up her heart showing off the old scars. Just when she...

I noticed something that I never thought i would have before. My parents don't have the answers. I don't. Nobody does, so when my school councler called home about the cuts on my arms that some of the other kids had noticed and she acted like she had the answers we all got pissed. I've hated her since the day she did that a year and a half ago because it was a rumor. Yeah, i didn't cut myself...