Surprisingly enough I'm still here. Been on the prowl. I really want to attempt to finish some stories and maybe start some but really I just want to read stuff. I haven't been reading a lot lately mainly because my interests have been somewhere else like actually getting my life into order which seems to be taking a lot longer than I thought it would.But oh well, my time will come. I hope that...

I can't be.I mean...sometimes I get these wild ideas or plots that are just so great I want to put them in words so people can see them and enjoy them too. But they always start off okay and then I gradually find myself forcing the words out of my head, adding in little details that wasn't apart of the image I had in the first place. Thus leaving me in a state of "Why am I writing this? This...

One year is quite a long time to go without writing. I'm surprised I even remember my login. So much has happened though...a lot. I wanna start writing again though...despite the fact that quite a number of my laptop keys aren't working :[ Oh well. Right now...I'm just going to spy on your stories for a lil bit, for a few days...till something happens. I hope you're all doing great. \\//I still...

I feel that I am very sad person. My life has no purpose or meaning...but...ever since I became involved in Special Olympics, I don't feel that way anymore. The problem is; now my only purpose in life is to give myself to others. I don't know how to give myself to myself.I met a guy, his name is Rafer, and he's different. He's intelligent and he intimidates me and I don't know what to do. I feel...

I personally have come to embrace anything that is dark, but most of the world, ESPECIALLY black people themselves, absolutely hate anything that is too dark. Unless it's the phone case, or their nail polish, or the rims of their cars or even their hair color.There was post in the Dylan O'Brien tag saying;I don't know why people hate brown eyes so much, Dylan's eyes are so pretty. This was what I...

I wouldn't even call myself a good writer. And I would be lying if I said it didn't suck. It does. I wish I was a great writer who could write simple sentences that spoke volumes. But that's not me. I'm just an EC Teacher who happens to like writing meaningless stories that hopefully people will like.I used to beat myself up about it. I'd do research trying to find ways to become a better writer....

Wow man, just wow. Some of the things I see in the Dylan O'Brien tag, not to mention the Sterek tag has got me blown. I mean, it's the people and their manips (oh my god, the manips T_T). I swear I saw a guy flashing his naked butt in the Dylan O'Brien tag and I, to this day, am not sure whether or not that was Dylan.It REALLY looked like DylanI'm not sure. I'm waiting for an article to come up...

Seriously, what's up? What's going on? This lagging situation has actually been going on ever since the update. I'm the only person that uses my wifi so I know it's not my internet connection. Like, -makes unintelligible sound- it's starting to get to me. The same person is getting like...a gazillion friend requests because if I click it once, there is absolutely NO guarantee that they will get...

I'm not.I mean.......I have good values. I only believe in being an asshole if the situation calls for it. Ask me for help and I'll definitely help you, unless your family, then I'll only help you if I feel like it or if you bribe me.SighThe past few days have been very eventful and very damaging. My sister feels the need to be rude and nasty to me at all times and if I retaliate...I'm telling it...

I'm overweight and about a month ago I decided to go on a diet. I learned about Intermittent Fasting (fasting for 16 hours then eating within an 8 hour window). I suffered through the first few days. Shakes, dizzy spells, chronic sinusitis and nausea was the worst. Then I researched some more and realized that I had to be eating enough so I wouldn't die within the 16 hours.I wasn't eating enough....

For a long time it's fascinated me how in love most people are with violence. In some ways, I'm also in love with violence. And I'm being specific when I speak about violence. Yeah, that one, the physical type of violence. The shooting, the killing, the beating, etc. Look at Parkour...you don't need to search hard to find videos DEDICATED to people breaking their bones, or almost dying while...

I don't need apologies or pity for something I was born with. But I'd be lying if I said it filled me with joy or with great relief.I’ve since grown up, and the ways I used to think, I don’t anymore. I’ve also started to think in ways I didn’t before. I don’t limit myself to fiction only, but when you see topics like “Black Women are the ugliest women on the Planet.” You can’t help...

Yesterday I got upset at my father because he agreed that gays should be killed just for being gay.A few minutes ago, he was really nice to me. Like, he was asking me if I was okay, and he had a little smile on his face which is really rare. My father hardly talks to me okay? When he's going to work he doesn't say later or bye, and when he's coming home he's just like 'What's up' and I'll be like...

Oh wow, I never thought I would be able to make my own blog layout, but I did and surprisingly, I like it :). 1 point for Nick.Now, last night, someone told me about this really sad story that I wanted to share with all of you. At first I was reluctant, because it was like... 2:00 in the morning and I didn't want to go to bed crying. Things that are really sad have a tendency to scar me for a few...

I heard talks about it on the bus, but I didn't really hear the details. All I picked up from the conversation were 'kids', 'president', and 'crying.' I figured, oh, someone got shot. That's awful. But then I get on mibba and now it's like. "Oh... that many kids?"So... I've gone off into that blank mode. Where I am devoid of emotion. Which is something I've gotten used to, because I would just do...

You know those books that in almost every sentence it has a word you don't know? Yeah, those kind of books. I'm not even sure there's an actual way to deal with this but I still want to ask anyway.Do I really have halt my reading just to google a word for it's meaning? Honestly. I find it highly annoying. And though I'm used to skipping the words I don't know and moving on, I can't help but feel...

I've realized that when you're a 20 year old, fresh outta college and struggling to find a job, you're automatically unwelcome in you're own home. Or at least, when you have parents like mine.Sadly, I prefer not to die of starvation on the streets. But I think dying in my bed would be okay. I refuse to eat anymore of their food, or take anymore of their money.It's hard, working a job that you're...