Explosion, explosion, unexplosion. Is that a word? Stupid Firefox and its little red lines. 1 2 3 4 5. 5 times the explosion. After all, what is creativity but explosion? Can I stay inspired forever? Or is that too much for any one person to handle? Would that kill me ( Read more... )

"I think you're selfish," said he ( Read more... )

The voices laugh at me as I struggle to keep my sanity. I wasn't in love, I wasn't in love, I swear, I never was! Not with him, not with her, or with that him. They didn't mean anything, I swear! Let's just ignore how my heart leaps at the thought of any of them. Let's look past the cyber-stalking because that will make it better. That'll make it ( Read more... )

An explosion of fear and doubt erupt within my mind, and I know, I know, I know that this is what was to be expected of school and now and here, and I need control, control, control, because I can't concentrate I'm too busy being afraid, afraid, afraid. Hands shaking, heart beating, eyes darting all over the place as I frantically try to make up ( Read more... )

It’s hard to tear my fingers away long enough to write ( Read more... )

Pain. I write to release myself from it. Every journal entry of mine contains some small bit of pain. And the things I say are strange. Very, very strange. Why do I say such strange things? I read the things I write, pause, look back over them, and a smile curves my face at the accidental brilliance that came from me ( Read more... )

Billions of people in the world, and I wish to be different. I dare to wish to be different. Why, I wonder? I am different. There's no denying it. Everyone says I am, so I must be, yes? But I guess not everyone finds me strange. I just exist. I am strange because I talk like this, think like this. Because I am intelligent? Because I had a bad ( Read more... )