Parents: they're a wonder, I tell you. Just a couple of months ago I asked my mother about going with my boyfriend on a roadtrip. She said no, the excuse being that they [my parents] were "raising me as a single girl, and I was not to take a married woman's life before time". In other words, that I was not to go to New York to have sex with my ( Read more... )

Like everything else, knowledge is only good in the right hands. Use knowledge to degrade others, and you will end up in Hell. I know because I work close to God; he told me.

Okay, so he didn't tell me, and I'm just trying to scare you. But it's ( Read more... )

Sundays are rather uneventful. You wake up, watch two movies for the (insert big number here)th time, and all you want to do is go back to bed. You wander aimlessly around the house, opening the fridge every time you pass by it as if expecting something new to have materialized in the last 30 seconds. Your nagging 7-year-old cousin wants to go ( Read more... )

I've decided to pick up where I've left. This is my diary, and its existence shouldn't depend on others' replies. I'm doing this for me. So here's today's rant:

I am a short person. At nineteen, I barely reach a five feet height ( Read more... )

There comes a time in life when you need to step out of your safe zone and venture towards the unknown. It is difficult, and you almost don't want to; but you know you must. That time has come for me; the time where I must leave behind the comfortable place I've learned to call my home away from home. With that, I leave 3 of the best people I've ( Read more... )

Following up on yesterday's issue, and after a nice argument with my boyfriend in which I explained to him how unfair it was for his dad to want our appartment, he made a proposal to me.

He said, "What if we apply for the apartment now and whenever there's one available, we just move in... even if it is before the wedding?" And before I went ( Read more... )

Let me tell you a little story about a father who, driven by jealousy, has become mad. True, he raised his only son by himself after the mother left them both, but how far is too far ( Read more... )

A name... must you call me a name? Will it make a difference to know that my name is Lucia, or Isabella, or Luna? A name won't tell you of my doings, my customs, my desires. I will. But very well, if you must... call me Morgan. Miss Morgan Le Fay.

Why Miss Le Fay, do you ask? Curious little one, aren't you! No, I'm not as old as you are ( Read more... )

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