Normally I'm not one to emotionally connect to tv shows, or things in general, but after tonight's episode of Glee, it really shook me. I hadn't realized how much I could actually miss someone I never even met.I was only shedding a few tears and maybe sniffled a few times, but that was before Santana sang When I Die Young. That really hit close to home for me. That song was played at my friend's...

I have so many story ideas going through my head all at once. It's like I'm a schizophrenic and everyone in my head has their own idea. I want to write everything right now but I already have two stories that I are currently active.I haven't written a blog in a long time, it's weird.whatevs.I've always had this fascination with Marilyn Monroe but now it's become like an obsession.Okay, I've gone...

We had another ghost incounter last night, only this time it was in my room,.My grandma told me that the "witching hour" is 3 in the morning. She is really into voodoo, magic, and witch craft. I just think she is crazy.Anyways I had finally gotten to sleep around 1 in the morning. Then I'm awaken by then loud bang. My tv is on the floor and all my drawers in my dresser is pushed out. It was like...

It's summer. Filled with boys, no clothes, tanning, and sun kissed hair. It's also filled with thinking. I'm alone a lot out of the week, giving me time to think. Time to reflect. Doing nothing but drown in my depression.People ask me how I can do so much at once without going insane. Truth is, if I didn't I would be insane. Thinking is bad for me.Thinking about when I was younger and reckless....

I know I've already written about this but I'm going to write about it again.The ghost in my house. It stole my ring while I was taking a shower. I looked all over the bathroom for it, then in my bed thinking it may have came off while I was sleeping. It wasn't anywhere in my house. I figured that my mom just put it somewhere when I was getting ready for school and forgot to tell me she put it up....

I have to go to a nursing home for four days with my school. We had to do everything the STNA's had to do. The first day, I was so scared. I didn't want to do anything. Old people are scary people. Saggy, old, drippy, hairy vag was not my thing. But I had to clean it. Wiping ass isn't my thing but I still did it. The second day I didn't really do anything besides weighing some residents and taking...

How fucked up can one family get? I mean honestly, I feel like not even Dr. Phil can cure us. It's not my immediate family but my family outside my house.My grandma just died and the first thing was "ding dong the witch is dead." How evil is that? Her sister, my other aunt didn't comfort her dad or anything, she just expected to get money, and then was pissed when she didn't get anything. My...

I am a firm believer that there are ghosts, spirits, paranormal, whatever you would like to call it. I am a firm believer. I think that Ouija boards work, I think that people can even contact them by closing there eyes and all that hocus pocus.Anyways, I played with the Ouija board when I was at my cousin's house about a month or two ago. Freaky shit. Especially when I would ask them if they knew...

So last year was my real experince with going to a new years party. Other years I would sip wine with my parents at expsinve resaurants but last year was different. After going to dinner with my parents, they dropped me off at a friends house. That was at like 9:30. The booze got there by 10 and at 10:30 I was throwing up everything in my stomach.I wasn't done though. After emptying my stomach, I...

Like the title says, I think I'm going to start using this journaling more. Not because I got comments on my last journal, making me feel special that someone would actually read how I was feeling (well maybe a little because of that) but mainly because I went to bed that night and I could sleep. It felt good to get everything off my chest. I normally don't do that.I like to bottle up all my...

Have you ever been so inlove that it turns into spite, because there is no way in hell anyone could love anyone else the way you love for this person?I have. I am.I am engulfed in this anger. I absolutely hate this man. With every being in my body I hate him. But he is the one. He is the only one that I think about, that I talk about...cry about. I'm not obsessed though. I'm just a teenaged girl...