I think I'm going to start posting all of my insecurities, all of my memories because sometimes I can't stand to be around myself. I think I'm going to start with my earliest memories. Bad things that have effected me.

How can you tell someone over the internet, that you've never spoken to or communicated with in any way other than throwing your opinions into cyberspace, that you enjoy everything they are because without those experiences in their lives (good or bad, sadly) they would not have writen a certian piece of fiction that way?
I know I'm really weird in ( Read more... )

I seriously hate the days that I can't stand myself
but these days where I'm up in the clouds are almost as bad

I'm happy just being wierd old me; prefering to read and blast music as apposed to social interaction
Books are less judge-y and that's what I need.

almost a year until I move out on my own. I wonder if I'll make it.

I wrote a story for Milady/Milord and posted it and no am hopefully/fearfully waiting for comments.