Everything has been going so well, but now my dad had two more seizures tonight and I can't help but worry that something is wrong again. He's going to St. Luke's and I doubt I'll be in school tomorrow, whether he's admitted or not. I just feel sick. I can't help but to cry since I'm alone and I've already been through this before. It feels like de ja vous, however you spell it.Everything else is...

I'm not going to be updating any stories for a while, just because I don't have the heart to do it. I just can't right now. I don't know why, but it's not because I have writer's block or anything, because I don't. I just need some time off to write and come up with the best ideas I possibly can to make my stories as good as I can. I just need a break from updating and finding that nobody has read...

This is basically for me to get all my thoughts out so I can have something to think through without getting confused. So it's important to me, but it probably won't be to anybody else, so yeah....I have three new Simple Plan songs stuck in my head. One of my favorite ones is What If.I love all the songs, but that one seems to stand out to me for some reason. I love this new CD. It's so much...

I will warn you now, I'm basically going to complain and talk about school and what's making me have a bad mood. Nothing spectacular or worth reading. Except the third paragraph about my writing is actually probably worth reading....Just warning you now...It's basically to get all of my thoughts out and to make myself feel better...not that it will...but it's worth a shot...Today wasn't a bad day,...

Normally the term "holding on" makes most people think of a romantic relationship that ends badly. But it doesn't necessarily mean that. It can be with friends or family or just someone that has left you and you keep holding on to the hope that they'll come back or make it right, whatever "it" is. And I guess it could also be a memory or wish or something not related to a person too. I was just...

Everything seems like it's planned out for me, and it happened at a young age, and I just don't know if it's where I want to be going.The summer after fifth grade, my old second grade teacher asked me to help her with her first and second grade summer school class. And I did. I've helped her every summer so far since that summer, and that was seven years ago. If I help her this summer it will be...