Megan / 17/ Regretful / Broken

There's a lot about me that people don't know or understand. Fine is never fine. Every day is a challenge. I struggle, but I take it one foot in front of the other. Many people might know me from when I was on her previously. I might have changed since then? I don't really know myself right now. But I know the things I'm not. I'm not really good at talking to people, I'm afraid. Or, at least starting conversations. But I do my best to make sure that you're the priority. So it'd be great if someone could make the first step to talk to me. >< Online, I'm a bit more outgoing so I'm sure I'll start up some conversations.

Anyway, writing had been my means of escape. It grew into a passion that I still didn't quite understand. I never could finish a story, and even to this day I haven't. I want to start back up though. So any of my past stuff, perhaps I'll go back into it. But for now, I'll do what I can. Creative Writing class really allowed me to dip my toes into poetry, so that's something I might do more of until I can form something substantial enough to be a story. :3

May 31st, 2012

Like my little thinger above says, I'm starting back up in my Mibbian life. I think. I might not continue my past stories, however. I'm going to take things step by step. I might put forth some of the pieces that got into my school literary magazine in a few days. But I did put up a poem that means something fierce to me revolving my father and I. So maybe check out Fallen Angel on the left? Let me know what you think? Sure, I'm dabbling in poetry now but I still can't say I'm too confident that I know what I'm doing. >