I really don't anymore. Before, I used to think that you were worth the wait.. Maybe I was wrong. After yesterday, I just think that maybe I'm trying to push my way through a journey that will just leave me alone and broken. Come to think of it, I feel alone and broken already. This entire situation is just leaving me speechless.When it's my turn to like..possibly love someone, it won't be you. I...

My work here is only good if I'm in to a particular type of music. That really isn't fair to my readers. So.. Now you know why I haven't been updating and such.I haven't listened to The Maine, A Rocket to the Moon, or The Summer Set since November (?) and that was around the last time I updated any of my stories.I'm so sorry! I feel like I've abandoned all of you. Please forgive me.But anyway, I...

Why do I keep falling for guys that I know will never be mine? It isn't fair to myself. It's either the guy is famous or he has a girlfriend who is a million times better than me.I'm not that bad.I know I'm not.But why must the perfect guy always be so far away? Why can't he be just around the corner? Why can't he reveal himself to me so I can stop looking myself?It's all just one big heart ache....

I want a boyfriend so badly that it’s pathetic.Now, what I’m about to say is what Janie says in the next 7LK update, mostly because I put most of my own emotions in her character.But like.. I don’t want to go through all the process of hooking up, breaking up, making up. I don’t want any part of it! It seems stupid to me!And then I think about it again. I don’t want to go through any of...

When you leave story comments for me, please say something that actually motivates me to update.Don't just say "I loved it update!" 'cause that really doesn't make me want to update. I'm sorry, but just yelling that you want me to update isn't very convincing. I need at least a little inspiration and such.Hopefully you understand.Writing is something that's important to me, and if I don't have a...

Eight years ago, I lived in Long Island, New York. My parents and I went about our usual schedule, them to work, me to school.Around two o’clock, almost every kid, including me, was pulled out of class to go home. The twin towers had just been hit by a plane.By the time I got home, riding in the car with a silent and aggravated father, the second plane hadn’t crashed.It was when my dad called...