Kripke and Gamble have done it again. Another Supernatural finale has come and gone, and I have no idea how the hell I'm supposed to feel. I don't know if I'm supposed to cry, or if I should shout at God (*coughcough*Castiel*coughcough*) for making it so. I don't know if I should be looking forward to another season, or if I should be dreading September.And the funny thing is...I felt the exact...

They say that writers are supposed to have all the answers. They say that for writers, the words just magically flow from brain to hand to keyboard to Word Document, in an unending cycle, dripping like an IV in a hospital patient's arm. They say that writers have perfect English, that they know exactly when to use 'whom', or which form of 'their/they're/there' is appropriate. They say that if...

Words flit through my mind. Things I want to say-want to write-but can't bring myself to in the company of others. I've always wanted to be one of those people who doesn't give a shit about what people think, but I do. Not nearly as much as some people, but enough to keep things bottled inside, only escaping though lines drawn on my skin with the touch of cool metal. Thoughts and feelings that...

I'm new to this, but I just needed somewhere to post things I wrote (most of them personal thoughts from things that inspire me in life) and not have anyone I know ask me what's wrong. Sometimes we just have off days, or something reminds us of a painful memory, you know? So this is something from a few weeks ago that I needed to get out.---Sometimes-most of the time- the words fall from my brain...