It's a Tuesday, same as any other.
Writing Updates: Shiver - Feeding Bunnies
Memo: I owe Cherri a chapter or two of Special Crop
I dislike people. Seriously. I want to go back to bed. Turn off your PHONE. D:>
Also what kind of paper is only a paragraph long? Any paper in my ethics class. My teacher wants all the fluff cut. XD; And this stinks because I like my fluff.
*yawn* I’m feeling super sleepy though. Must mean it’s cooling down enough that I can be just the right amount of warm when I cozy up under a blanket. X3 Hard to warm up but with a blanket I can reach the best temperature to sleep.
It’s the first week of winter bowling. And I wonder how that is going to go. It is already looking like it is going to be super troublesome. There’s team drama and just. Yeah. NO. I’m kind of pissy about it, because I just want to have fun. But everyone’s making big deal out of things.
It’s also my dad’s birthday which means at some point today, I need to make brownies.
In other news, Ryohei still cracks me up. EXTREME. Anyways.
6: Shiver
No normal person could take the crushing wait of fading away into dark red pool of nothingness. So I do not know why I am surprised as this shiver creeps back through my spine. Surely, I am not normal, but surely - though not quite convinced - I live by the same standards they do.
That little girl haunts me. Not her smile, not her name, not the fact that I am so positive she is me. Her eyes, her eerie little eyes. The ones so full of life, that I know should be filled with sadness. They are vibrant in a manner I was not. They were hopeful in a time I did not see.
It repeats itself, that damnable shiver, and I find I am beyond being cold. It races through my body offering a small wave of heat only to leave. The tingling sensation it has created, the hope of some warmth, the knowledge it will never stay - it all forces another through.
I close my eyes to deal with the pressure.
I see her eyes again.
So true.
So Blue.
So undeniably someone else.
I want to cry but I am unsure I’d be able too. I try to force a sob. I can’t even begin to fathom why I should feel sorry for myself.
And this realization comes as a welcome guest.
end.
Memo: I owe Cherri a chapter or two of Special Crop
I dislike people. Seriously. I want to go back to bed. Turn off your PHONE. D:>
Also what kind of paper is only a paragraph long? Any paper in my ethics class. My teacher wants all the fluff cut. XD; And this stinks because I like my fluff.
*yawn* I’m feeling super sleepy though. Must mean it’s cooling down enough that I can be just the right amount of warm when I cozy up under a blanket. X3 Hard to warm up but with a blanket I can reach the best temperature to sleep.
It’s the first week of winter bowling. And I wonder how that is going to go. It is already looking like it is going to be super troublesome. There’s team drama and just. Yeah. NO. I’m kind of pissy about it, because I just want to have fun. But everyone’s making big deal out of things.
It’s also my dad’s birthday which means at some point today, I need to make brownies.
In other news, Ryohei still cracks me up. EXTREME. Anyways.
6: Shiver
No normal person could take the crushing wait of fading away into dark red pool of nothingness. So I do not know why I am surprised as this shiver creeps back through my spine. Surely, I am not normal, but surely - though not quite convinced - I live by the same standards they do.
That little girl haunts me. Not her smile, not her name, not the fact that I am so positive she is me. Her eyes, her eerie little eyes. The ones so full of life, that I know should be filled with sadness. They are vibrant in a manner I was not. They were hopeful in a time I did not see.
It repeats itself, that damnable shiver, and I find I am beyond being cold. It races through my body offering a small wave of heat only to leave. The tingling sensation it has created, the hope of some warmth, the knowledge it will never stay - it all forces another through.
I close my eyes to deal with the pressure.
I see her eyes again.
So true.
So Blue.
So undeniably someone else.
I want to cry but I am unsure I’d be able too. I try to force a sob. I can’t even begin to fathom why I should feel sorry for myself.
And this realization comes as a welcome guest.
end.