September 27th, 2015

Hello again! How were all of your days? Hopefully good, but if they weren't then please stay determined! If you do, there's no doubt that you can do whatever you needed to do. 

My day was fine, if not strange..? My mom got me a new blanket and it's SUPER SOFT. IT'S GREAT AND I LOVE IT.

Then she did my nails and I feel cute! There's always something about doing something about yourself that always makes you feel better. Though it's strange to have such round nails, it makes me itch a bit.

Oh! I also found the best song to listen to for inspiration, though I will not disclose it to you. It makes me embarrassed to think about someone listening to it because of me. ///////

I'm restarting the Imperial Princess series, so perhaps look forward for more of that in the near future? Though I can't be sure I could even work on it this week, because my slots are full with one of my creative writing assignments. 

I'm making a interactive webcomic! I might send a link when I'm finished with it.

Though, perhaps I won't. I keep wondering about updating this blog too much, since I was kind of teased for being up to date about it. It discourages me whenever people do that. Just because it's an assignment doesn't mean I can't enjoy it!!

Ah, I made myself sad again...

The Return

Hello! I formally apologize to all who followed this blog. I really didn't expect for the lack of posts, but it just sort of... happened? I feel into a slump and got into a rather unhealthy routine over the summer. However! Worry not! I am back, but I suppose not too long.

See, I haven't been feeling as "uppity" as of late. Several times I found myself crying for no reason and have short periods of distaste for my own self.

But I'm gonna be okay. I'm pretty okay now, I would dare say.

So hopefully I can enter a healthier life cycle soon. After all, I don't enjoy crying or the drama that comes with it.

I do hope you all have a spectacular day though! If you're not, then remember what you're going on for! If not for yourself, then another person, or even life itself You're gonna be okay, I just know it!

June 29th, 2015

WOO! It's been awhile! How are all of you faring? Well, I can't help but hope. My summer vacation is going onto a small, almost agonizing start. However, I am planning onto doing some of my summer homework for future classes.

This can prove difficult, as the men in my family tend to hog the computers whenever I'm ready to write. Unfortunately, I have enough willpower to write entries and fiction literature, but I cannot bring myself to do an essay just yet. Hopefully my dear brother can shine some examples to me before I stress anymore over it.

Summer hasn't been all that bad in comparison to the Spring prior. The weather here is almost humid, but with the variety of winds passing through, everything is chilly. This, however, does not seem to stop my house from baking like a potato under the sun's heinous rays. Quite a dreadful thing, you may imagine—

Ah, pardon the delay. I just had to do a fair bit of chores. My hands are awfully soaked from the sink's water. I fear that the clacking of keyboard is not to be admired in this situation, as my nails are awfully... hm... bendable. It's quite disgusting in my eyes. Thus, I must bind you adieu, if only to let my hands dry.

June 20th, 2015

I ended school yesterday and I'm really tired. I don't why, but I am. Exams are over though, so that's a good thing. Yet, why do I feel so pathetic? Probably because I'm not doing anything and simply just doing nothing. I also cannot hang out with friends because literally all of them are introverts. Aaaaahhhhh...

I'll try to do something productive, but with how most likely I will perish, it's not very likely though.

Childhood Summer

Some kids live out their single digit years in a nice neighborhood. They would live behind a white picket fence, ignorant to the whole world. Behind their white coated walls and their heavily decorated rooms, they begin their curiosity in narcotics and a blurred line between morally right and wrong.

Some kids live out their childhood in just that, a hood. They are surrounded by gangs, murders, rapes and robberies. Their parents drill into their heads to be better; to look for a bright future; to chase after their dreams, because the adults couldn't. The blame is put in delusional teenage fantasy and a white stick with a pink cross decorating it. Sometimes, these kids do overcome all of their obstacles, taking all of the hard ways, to earn the good ones. Sometimes, they try an easier way out; quickly following their parents' depravity.

Some kids live out their entire life in different homes. They've seen humanity's nature far too close for anyone's liking. Sometimes, they wish for better but they must hold their tongue. They are force upon this characteristic of self loathing; no one wants them. Their ego is smashed to pieces, and sometimes... they don't bother to pick it up.

Some kids live their school days hating their body, because they don't match up with the trend or they just don't quite fit. They hate themselves, hate their life, and their angst is practically fuming from their musk. They just can't quite see yet, and perhaps they never will.

Some of them drown themselves on electronic waves and fake names. I want to be someone other than me. Anyone, really. These thoughts run through their mind as they lie, and lie, and lie until their throats are sore and someone shuts them up. Though an unlikely encounter, there is always that misfortune. That is why parents try to warn them, but they don't see with their disabled eyes.

Some kids don't fit in these categories at all. They just live day to day, waiting for something amazing or outrageous to happen to them. They're always waiting.

What is your memory?

Black Dog - Excerpt II

He walked slowly towards his mother, and he bent down to hand her the pink medicine. When he was giving the medicine to her, she immediately stood up and towered over him. He sweated as she opened her mouth to speak.

“What are you doing in my clean kitchen? Out, out you go!” She screeched. He yelped, placing the medicine on the counter before turning around to flee. The woman had yelled after him, but didn’t bother to follow as his feet carried him upstairs to his shared room with his older, twin brother.

As he entered the room, Cain looked at him dubiously. Abel took a deep breath and stumbled near Cain’s bed, nearly collapsing next to his brother’s feet. Though his face was buried in the fluffy sheets, he could hear his brother scoff and look at him with disdain.

“Honestly, if you’re so scared with dealing with Mother, what’s the point?” Abel shifted his face to look at his brother.

“If I don’t deal with Mother, who will? Surely not you, not our neighbors, nor her friends that come to visit.”

“Those are not her friends.” Cain snapped at him. “They are only fellow cultists looking for a place to reside their base.” He looked away from Abel to continue his reading. The younger of the two shifted his spot from the floor to flop onto the bed. Cain growled, but seem to allowed Abel to curl within himself. A strong sense of sleep was fogging the edges of his eyesight. Yet, his mind didn’t want to follow as he kept staring at his brother, who pretended to not notice his presence.

June 10th, 2015

School is almost over I just need to last like three more days, not including the testing day next Friday. Hopefully everything will be fine.

Anyway, I'm working on a sort of 'choose-your-own-adventure'. It's pretty fun so far, but I wonder if it's funny enough for my tastes. Oh well, we'll see when I test play it before presenting it to my teacher for extra credit.

Speaking of, I need to work on it. Talk to you all later!