So chynna is down down down...
This is my personal posting powers! Whoot! Lame, I know but I have to get some of this muse-ness out.
Im feeling the urge to write again. Its spooky in it's fickleness...I feel as if I been too happy and these muses, these little sad, mad, hurt little girls are coming up to me in my head. Asking me to write out thier stories and give them life and get them from the hell of thier creation. They just what to have someone to listen to them, and Im trying to listen, I am but once I hang out with my friends or even just see Corey. I turn happy!Chynna and these girls so used to pain and misery, just scamper away. So ridiculous.
I want to write more and I dont care if its just stories that get lock up on this journal so no one can see them. Really, its not if people was read my writings, not at all.
But still getting to the point at hand, these girls. I want to write thier stories so bad and Im tired of having this little muses whispering thier stories in my head until they go away. I want them to live somewhere, on something. I just need to get together, huh? I don't know...I feel kind of crazy.
And kind of down. It's not me though maybe it's these little girls just living inside of me. Making me all doom and gloomy. Or maybe not.
Im feeling the urge to write again. Its spooky in it's fickleness...I feel as if I been too happy and these muses, these little sad, mad, hurt little girls are coming up to me in my head. Asking me to write out thier stories and give them life and get them from the hell of thier creation. They just what to have someone to listen to them, and Im trying to listen, I am but once I hang out with my friends or even just see Corey. I turn happy!Chynna and these girls so used to pain and misery, just scamper away. So ridiculous.
I want to write more and I dont care if its just stories that get lock up on this journal so no one can see them. Really, its not if people was read my writings, not at all.
But still getting to the point at hand, these girls. I want to write thier stories so bad and Im tired of having this little muses whispering thier stories in my head until they go away. I want them to live somewhere, on something. I just need to get together, huh? I don't know...I feel kind of crazy.
And kind of down. It's not me though maybe it's these little girls just living inside of me. Making me all doom and gloomy. Or maybe not.