I miss talking to my writing friends on here, and it feels like they've all moved on. I miss discussing plot-lines with each other, asking each other for our opinions on things. I just really miss it.And now Mibba is telling me that my journal is too short, but I've really nothing else to say on the matter except that I miss my friends on here and how we used to be such a close-knit writing...

Okay, let's get this out simply: I will not be posting anymore original fiction or poetry on Mibba once War Drums is complete.I have decided to not complete Sparrow on Mibba.Now, if you don't care for my reasonings, you should stop reading now because, as always, I'm delving into the root of the problem causing me to leave.I know it's stupid to even expect a site that is dominated by fanfiction to...

Guys who feel the need to take a thousand pictures of themselves without their shirts on. And their bodies don’t even look good. I mean, I understand a guy who has a nice body having a picture or three of him shirtless, there’s nothing wrong with self-confidence, but any more than ten shirtless photos borders on desperate, arrogant, and needy for approval. It’s like they’re thinking ‘oh,...

1} I was born on February 3rd, 1992 on a snowy day at 6:47 am2} Technically I'm a "miracle-child". My mom was diagnosed barren and I almost died several times after birth because my mom carried me for 11 months. When the doctors tried to take my DNA, my blood wouldn't register (o.O). I guess I've always been stubborn.3} I've always had nicknames. I never really liked my real name; too common. I've...

I didn't understand why so many fans cried when Michael Jackson died; yes, he was an amazing artist, but they didn't know him...Now I know why...We've lost an amazingly creative, funny, quirky, and all-around kick-ass person and artist yesterday. While there are rumors of alcohol, drugs, or "natural causes" surrounding his death...none of that can tarnish the way I see...saw...Jimmy "The Rev"...

I hate when I actually bother to care about someone, only to have them be the asshole and not talk to me only to say that everything is fine and as it should be.I'm sorry I hurt your feelings, sorry that I "led you on", but you were like my sun, my best friend; "leading you on" was never my intention. Now I feel like a bitch because of my feelings, or seemingly lack thereof. But the very fact that...

Got home from school, showered, slept, woke up, didn't go to movies, had Sarah over, stayed up to late, slept too late, Pepsi, Harvest Home fair, spinning pumpkin, tossing balloons, annoyed spinning-pumpkin-ride operator by still spinning it when he was trying to unlock the door, merry-go-round with small children, attempting to toss balloon into Pharaoh-Ship ride but it fell into the ship, got...

Should I post original work on here? My dear friend Seven has read some of my story but I want more people to read it....I also don't want anyone to steal it or snatch my idea. Because there's always some dickweed out there who's too lazy and uncreative to write their own shit and has to be petty enough to steal someone else's. There are three kinds of people I hate in this world and those are...