So things have been completely insane over here. Between Boy and his ex, the family insanity and my own issues writing has unfortunately taken a bit of a back seat. I have been trying though! Just...nothing seems to be coming out right. I've written the next chapter of ToY about twelve times only to delete it. There is currently a huge dog in my house and I'm terrified of them. So there's that...

So many things happened last month I'm having trouble processing it all.Boy: He's no longer taken, which is good and not. He says he doesn't care and seems...happier somehow? More relaxed. We've only had one fight so far which is insane cause we fight all the time. Little disagreements always made big because we couldn't figure out how to deal. We hang out all the time again, which both of us seem...

So I haven't opened my computer to write in like a week. Some seriously shitty things have happened and I'm busy trying to figure out which truth is the truth I should take to heart. I don't think I actually have it in me to write right now. Mostly because I tried to commit suicide and got taken home by some very nice ladies that almost ran me over. Mostly because my mind is slowly liquifying...

So I am in fact doing NaNo this month (regardless of the constant need to grant Boy attention so that I still feel like I matter) and I figured I'd do it with Ghosting. I was actually thinking of beating Taste to a pulp again but I decided I'm too fond of that story to have it go through such a horrendous fate. So! In light of that (and the fact that Wishbone has slowly become a reminiscent diary)...

I read something today that made me very sad. It was a suicide note posted on a blog that I follow. It was obvious she had thought this out, she had chosen a day, Tuesday. She talked to everyone she wanted to. She chose violets for her funeral and wanted to be buried with two books. The only one she seemed to truly care about was her brother.I wanted daisies and my day was going to be Thursday...

Hello there.Right so a few things today, because I can and because really no one around me understands at the moment. First things first.I've started a new story.(Again) And I'm super freaking excited about it because it started as a graphic idea before spiraling onward. First graphic ever, not so first story ever. I'm still playing with ideas and such at the moment but I have the first chapter...

Which of course would be Remus, my cat. Apparently because my mother (the idiot who GOT ME THE CAT IN THE FIRST PLACE) does not like my cat, she keeps threatening to get rid of him. Then she goes of an a rant about how I am not doing anything around the house! She keeps complaining about me not doing dishes and I told her THREE YEARS AGO that I wouldn't do them because she always complains that...

Ahhh hello reader. I'm seriously tired today. I've done over 2,000 words done for NaNo today, yay. The story is amazingly long now, 24 chapters! That's the most I've ever written for a story before and this is the longest I've stuck with one. It's gone up to four stars, a total of 23 comments and 120 readers, also a most of mine. I kind of feel like it's going really slow, but I don't know. It's...

If life were made of tiny pieces of our dreams I could imagine something wonderful. I could imagine me the way I wish I would look or change where I come from with a change of whim. I think a dream world is someplace I'd like better than here. Because in my world, I'd be pretty and I'd be smart. Then again, there are a million people right now wishing the same thing aren't there?What I used to do...