This is a follow-on journal from my last journal behind this one.In the previous one, I mentioned nightmares foreshadowing actualy events in my life, and that then led on to me talking about the voices in my head and my two worst enemies: 9 Greenmount Street and the voices in my head.The title says it all: I'm going to war... with myself. Now, don't go thinking that I'm going to be getting...

My fears and nightmares have proven to be more than just my mind being nagative, but they have been foreshadowing future events in my life recently. They just have. Before my mother died, I kept getting dreams and thoughts of her dying when least expected in the living room; some time later, me and my stepfarther found her dead on the living room sofa, and her official cause of death to this day...

9 years of being vegatarian, and now my stepfarther is eating meet again! I knew he would crack eventually. I mean, being a meet eater gives your more variety, as he says. And it is natural. Tigers, lions, and sharks all eat human meet; cats eat birds and rabits if they get the chance. It is basically that most the creatures of this planet eat each other. Heck, sone humans eat other humans. Part...

NOTE: I had to re-submit this journal because it was saying that it didn't exist to anyone who tried to view except me.Now, let's continue...I have decided that, at one point in the future (talking by maybe a few years), I will put this place behind me. There will be a time when all elements of my current life are burried in dust, blown away by the wind. I will only be half the person that I am...

As some of you may know, people are dommonly labeled today based on their personality, state of mind, hair colour, skin colour, ect.. People are typically labeled either emo, goth, chav, prep, skater, nerd, and all that other crap.I for one would like to state everything that I have been labeled. Prepare yourself for amazment and/or shock.1. 'Emo' - Often2. 'Chav' - Occasionally3. 'Goth' - Often4....

I used to have this constant facination with the night time and darkness, but now I view things from a different point of view. Ever since *cough* fell in lo- *interupted by random friend* Excuse me? I know I have fallen in love my fair share if times and it lasted for, what, a week or two? But, this is different, sweetheart. There are levels of love (you can only go so far online, but you can...

Well, I meant to do this journal on April 12th, but I was doing other things on that date. The subject is of my birthday, which is on May 12th.Now, you may say to me, "What is so bad about your birthday coming closer? Birthdays are good things, you fool!" No - that is not good. I used to enjoy my birthdays but, as I aged, I came to realise the reality: one more birthday makes you come higher up on...

And that is the truth. Life is one very big, long story. Ever heard the term "life story"? Every single person, animal, plan, home, and even piece of furniture has a story to tell. Every business has a story to tell, every country has a story to tell, every website has a story to tell, every creation has a story to tell, everything in the whole of existence has a story to tell. The srars have a...

Ever met someone with a fear of forums? Probably not. BUT YOU HAVE NOW!As the title says, I am scared of forums. Seriously. I do have an account somewhere on one, but I go there like a few times a month or every two weeks to furum about. Now you are probably going to ask me why I am afraid of forums, aren'tcha? ADMINS. I am afraid of forum admins. I once did a journal concerning how I feel towards...

I am sure that most Mibians of today are aware of the tragic fate that befell the once great Quizilla. To what extent that I loved that site is unexplainable. Quizilla was my life and the heart of my online life (not that I have much of a life away from the computer, if any...). Quizilla was my soul, the place I would go to rant, cry,flirt, type in excessive capital letters, be stalked, be hated,...

As some of you evolved apes (that is not an insult, it's another way of calling you human) may know, I keep my real name hidden when online, though it may not be hard to find my real first name if you have been talking to me for a while and/or have accsess to my other domains (YouTube, Bebo, ect."). Not only did a friend I just got to know 3 days ago know my first name, but he also knew my second...

Okay, so maybe I should do I poem about this because I can easily go into a poetic moood and display the following in a poetic manner, but I would rather it been a journal, not a poem. Now, on subject - have you ever felt an undying, painful temptation burning within your stomach? Like you are deeply tempted to do something, but you are afraid of the results?Sigh, here I go with my sad, depressing...

OK, so I became a genuine vlogger on YouTube and it remained that way for quite some time, but there came this day when I did a strange, fair-to-acted video called "No Title". Time and time later, I would follow with more weird videos titled "Waiting For YOU" and "Insanity". I won't go into much detail as to all of them I did, but I eventually started to form a timeline of events between each of...

I am being watched (online). Not by the aliens, not by the goverment, not by some unseen force, not by that mysterious shadow moving behind me... but by YOU. Yes, YOU. YOU watching THIS right NOW. YOU. I repeat: YOU.I have been surfing my various links and domains around the Interent (Mibba, Bebo, YouTube), and I have come to the conclusion that not just Mibbians are reading journals by me, but...

Every second of my life, I scream, I wait, I rot. I slowly rot away as I wait for your call, wait for your voice, wait for your precence, but it is never there. You can hear my screams, but you choose to ignore. Tears shed from my eye, I fall to the floor, I take those pills, and my voice suddenly stops screaming. Only then do you realize that you should have listened...OK, this was supposed to be...

I have a new camera for uploading my vlogs to YouTube now, and it should be in YouTube's new 16:9 widescreen format! On subject, when I viewed myself on video, I looked a hell of a lot different to how I did on a video of my less than a month back. What was the difference? My face, my bone structure, my age appearence! I look at least 5 years older! On the less-than-month-ago video I looked 16 or...

My mother died on the 19th of January, which was about two days ago from me writing this. I was going to write it sooner, but I had to stay in a hotel with my stepfarther so that the police could research the house to prove that mother wasn't suspiciously murdered or anything.I can't be bothered going into detail, but it basically happened that she went to sleep on the livingroom sofa, which she...

Dosen't the title for this journal just own all? <3This is my first journal not concerning sadness, love, depression, or life in general. This journal is about my ice cream fetish.Not too long ago I started getting this major craving when I thought of ice cream (maybe because it reminds me of SOMETHING? Please excuse my dirty-minded side.). Saliva kept forming in my mouth and I pretty much had...

Why does the see keep me away from the ones I love? Why must I always fall in love online? I am shy in person and completely anti-social, but people see the real me online, and sometimes that causes them to love me beyond friendship. Why can they never live in the same country as me? Why must the world keep us apart? Is life getting a kick out of making me fall in love from afar places?You have...

The title says it all. I was just ravaging through my little box of chocolates, and I came across this rather tasty-looking little thing in a gold wrapper. It look godly, so I opened it and started chewing. It was nice and creamy inside the start, but things didn't stay the same. I was nearly fully chewed it up, the mosr horrifying, disgusting taste known to man filled my mouth with, what...