Ok, i started this a while ago, but I got banned from journals... but now i can post this.Just for my own twisted and weird enjoyment, I would like to edit your stories! :D I would read whatever chapter you want, or even all of them, and then I would mark places with bad sentence structure, bad grammar, incorrect spelling, or just any suggestions I would think would make your story better and more...

Sometimes I just wonder if I can get any worse. It didn't seem possible, but it happened. I can't seem to find the right words to describe myself anymore. Whore, bitch, slut, monster? What I am is so much worse than all of those. I don't know what's causing this. Boredom? Lust? Curiosity? Most likely because I'm just a sadistic fuck. Whatever it is, it has to stop. But it won't. For me, the wrong...

Ok. So staring monday, i'll be going to band camp. You can pretty much play any song you want for the show at the end (along with your band) as long as it's not too hard. The dudes who run the camp will help, too. So I'm having trouble deciding what songs I want to do. Here are some songs that I can play pretty well and have been thinking about chosing:-I don't love you, by MCR-She, by green...

It was gone. It really diedThe phone that was once attached to my ear now just seemed like a hunk of plastic.The buzzing on the other line was much louder than his actual voice, and when he spoke it was in whispered sighs.He thinks he's exhausted. He knows nothing of being weary. As the days count down until the end, they seem to get longer, not shorter. Like every minute subtracted is really...