Ha. I was just thinking about my life overall. And now that I look at it, it's pretty sad or pathetic or some synonym to those words. I mean, my mom is off her rocker and verbally abusive, and my dad I love but he's like over 1000 miles away, my own brother was sexual to me in disturbing ways, my only skill is drawing practically everyone in the world can do now, and people find me "rude" when...

It's near the end of the school year already. I'm a freshman and eager to get to summer. I found this sight not to long ago because of my friend, Kristina. I love writing poems, I have a bunch. My story is what I love the most though, "Blood Babe". I like it a lot. I hope to express a lot through that story. It's what gives you the chills! ha....Well, other than that. I have many problems. Like...