Well Tonight will be fun
Although I think my wolf would kill me if I gave details. Okay, so here is how things are going. I am looking at taking a cruise in may with my wolf, it should be really special, I cant wait. I am getting pissed off at my meds because I have 2 symptoms of sexual dysfunction... Overactive Sex Drive, and Inhability to orgasam. Its quite hilarious in my oppinion.
Now for the fun part, School. Well, I am having a problem with one student about him calling me a "sinfull abomination to god" and that I dont deserve to live. Well, he sucks, and is just jelous that he dosent have my lovely wolf for his own. Other wise things are really good, I have made even more friends from the stage, and I am becoming really popular.
Classes seem to be going okay, looking at probably A in Bio, A- in Thearuputic Touch, A in First Aid, A- in college comp, and A in oriental Healing. I am tutoring a student that is a dumbass, and she has no chance of passing if she didnt do her homework for today. I am about to give up on her, she needs to help me, help her. Well, I got to go to sleep now, I need to wake up at 5 to pick up my mate from work and drag him to our old romping grounds.
Oh, I cant wait, gonna make a nice dinner tomarow night, and I gotta go prep it before I go to bed. Jeesh, Gotta run run run!
Man, Gotta love that drama is dead, But it is not my time to come back yet, It may never be, for my past can burn in hell for all I care. I see my past as a burden, something that should never have happend. A mistake that I was not able to learn from, ecept that the only people I can really trust, are my family, and the select few I concider part of it. There is no such a thing as a friend, only a portal to my enimies, telling what I am doing, acting as spys, stabbing me in the back when I need support.
See, my counsilor suggested I vent, and talk about my emotions, So I did. Thats how I feel, as if everyone is out to get me, to stand in my way, and to somehow hurt me. I have only gotten proved wrong by my family, and my mate.
So to sum it up in a short poem:
There is no truth,
Only lies,
In that friend's
cold lonely eyes,
The trust that was,
Seems all but real,
making me,
the way I feel,
The pain I know,
Never to subside,
the only thing I think about,
is the final suicide.
The only thing that matters,
Is the love that has always been,
the warmth and tender touch,
of my one and only friend.
The one who has been there
through the best and through the worst,
Brings to the reality,
I just might not be cursed.
His touch so gentle and soft,
His eyes so soft and real,
His voice so soothing and calm,
Make me again able to feel.
I love you, my tender caring wolf, and hope to be with you in our next life too.
Now for the fun part, School. Well, I am having a problem with one student about him calling me a "sinfull abomination to god" and that I dont deserve to live. Well, he sucks, and is just jelous that he dosent have my lovely wolf for his own. Other wise things are really good, I have made even more friends from the stage, and I am becoming really popular.
Classes seem to be going okay, looking at probably A in Bio, A- in Thearuputic Touch, A in First Aid, A- in college comp, and A in oriental Healing. I am tutoring a student that is a dumbass, and she has no chance of passing if she didnt do her homework for today. I am about to give up on her, she needs to help me, help her. Well, I got to go to sleep now, I need to wake up at 5 to pick up my mate from work and drag him to our old romping grounds.
Oh, I cant wait, gonna make a nice dinner tomarow night, and I gotta go prep it before I go to bed. Jeesh, Gotta run run run!
Man, Gotta love that drama is dead, But it is not my time to come back yet, It may never be, for my past can burn in hell for all I care. I see my past as a burden, something that should never have happend. A mistake that I was not able to learn from, ecept that the only people I can really trust, are my family, and the select few I concider part of it. There is no such a thing as a friend, only a portal to my enimies, telling what I am doing, acting as spys, stabbing me in the back when I need support.
See, my counsilor suggested I vent, and talk about my emotions, So I did. Thats how I feel, as if everyone is out to get me, to stand in my way, and to somehow hurt me. I have only gotten proved wrong by my family, and my mate.
So to sum it up in a short poem:
There is no truth,
Only lies,
In that friend's
cold lonely eyes,
The trust that was,
Seems all but real,
making me,
the way I feel,
The pain I know,
Never to subside,
the only thing I think about,
is the final suicide.
The only thing that matters,
Is the love that has always been,
the warmth and tender touch,
of my one and only friend.
The one who has been there
through the best and through the worst,
Brings to the reality,
I just might not be cursed.
His touch so gentle and soft,
His eyes so soft and real,
His voice so soothing and calm,
Make me again able to feel.
I love you, my tender caring wolf, and hope to be with you in our next life too.