Updates....
Okay, let's update on my life. Here's the basic list of things.
1) I am now 18.
2) I hate my birthdays. In short, I cry on everyone so I've given up on celebrating it.
3) I'm going to college Friday. Yeah, that's in TWO days.
4) I have a REALLY bad case of writer's block that I can not break for the life of me right now.
5) Choosing which manga to take with me has been one of the hardest decisions of my life.
6) Packing for college is more time consuming than one would think.
As for the writer's block part I've tried a little bit of everything that I have started but nothing is coming to me! I have about a half a paragraph for the crossover and that's it..... My god damned muses.....I swear. They must have a god complex and one of the worst tempers I have ever come across! They are impossible! Even though when they are working they do turn out some lovely stuff.....
So I suppose I'll post a poem I haven't posted yet and get on with the trying to write....
I wrote this forever ago.....and it's been sitting there waiting to get read I suppose, so here it is. Although it is a bit dark, okay, maybe a lot dark.
Dead
She said, “I know what’s like to be dead.”
“What do you mean,” I ask her,
confused. She was very much alive.
“By dead I mean feeling cold
or feeling nothing at all.
To be numb, unfeeling, unloving.
Like you’re in the dark lost and alone,
waiting for someone to come find you,
but no one ever does.
To feel anguish and pain in your heart
nonstop, feeling nothing but that.
Wanting to feel anything but that…
to find some sort of release.
That’s what it’s like to feel dead.
That’s why I do what I do.”
I stare at her silently, in disbelief.
‘Is that what she really thinks?
Is that how she really feels?’