I guess this is kind of weird and bad, but I am proud of it. I mean, I am proud because it is the best story I have written so far an I have not written many. My story, Silent Weepings, already has 8 readers, 2 subs, and 1 rec. I don't know if you would think its silly but its only on chapter 2. For me thats good and I am proud. In my next blogs I will be suggesting stories I love so if you want...

You ever feel like everything turns around in life to kick you back? Like it wasn't meant to be? Like you weren't supposed to be happy? Stuck in the bitter black holes that just drag you back into that depressed "darkness". To not belong. To be on your own. I feel like this so much. It is like my happiness is being ripped from me. I missed my childhood. I am young yet i have nothing left to look...

I went through my list of stories. One of them had 13 readers, but nobody subscribed or commented.... couldn't you comment to say it sucked at least? Thats all I wanted. So anyway..... I went through my stories, if they were passed chapter 3, without any subscribers and comments, it was trashed. I still have the originals, so I have the pleasure of knowing they existed, so if you read them, sorry,...

Oh poor petite enfant, that is what my french teacher sarcastically says to this boy in my french class. At first, I am the top student in that class so I easily understood, but this boy that was only a few kids below me didn't, baffles me constantly with his bold headed stupidity. It amazes me how he got out of kindergarten..... Now don't get me wrong, this kid is intelligent, but not even my...

I think I am lost.... I don't know who I am, or why I let all this crap continue to control me. I am just moving forward blindly and it is confusing, lonely and dark. I can't control what you do, I never wanted to. Nobody knows who I am speaking to and quite frankly, if you do, then know this. To him I am just a f*ck buddy. Yup. All I am. Just something to mess with. Not caring that a creature out...

Hey to all my readers. This is just an apology, I know that it isn't acceptable, but the reason I haven't been updating is that my computer is being an ***hole and won't load or attempt to load anything. It is pretty much crapping its pants when I use the internet and protests at the slightest thing. Now, I personally don't like writing and updating my stories without a way to save them to where...

Insanity, contagious or hereditary? I have a MAJOR problem with insanity, a lot of people can tell and a lot of people can't and just call m a freak, but I am okay with that. I am a freak. I admit it and a proud of it.The center of insanity though, again, is French class. I got Daulton, (read French class not if you don't know who he is) to eat an apple out of the garbage for 5 bucks. Yes. Five...

Ah French, a language of romance. In my eighth period class, it is apparently a language of idiocy. There are many contributing factors.One.This kid named Schuylar (a dude) who likes to put his girlfriend's boot on his head and his head on the floor by sitting up-side-down in his desk.Two.A kid named Daulton who never shuts up because he thinks he is cool. He competes with Schuylar to see if they...