Hi everybody! Tis, Samantha aka Sesshy.Uber.Rad. :] Welcome to The Backroom! {previously known as Forever Forest.} As you can see, this world has finally been revamped! Isn't that just the bees knees? So, the purpose of this world really is just a place for me to write whatever I want. Basically this is my erm..."professional writing" world. My blog is "Journal of A Crazy." ;] So if there's something on here that you don't agree with, that's really too bad. Your opinion is welcome, but there is no flaming here. Criticism of MY writing is NOT welcome I will NOT tolerate it....I'm kidding. Of course critical criticism is welcome whole heartedly here. ^_^ Actually, I will probably love you forever if you criticize me. Cause that means YOU LOVE ME and want to see me get better as a writer. ;] That's how I take all criticism anyways. People wouldn't take the time to criticize you if they didn't care, right?
It's friendly here. This is a place where you are free to speak your mind. So...I usually don't like to put up rules, but due to past circumstances, I'll have to make some...*sigh* I wish you guys didn't make me do this....
Rules of The Backroom:
1. Thou shalt not flame (curse at, throw things at, and throw up on, etc..) the writer (me)
2. To flame your neighbor is just as bad as flaming the writer. It's mean and mean.
3. You can curse, but don't call the writer or your neighbor a derogatory name. ex: "You flabbergasted BANANA!!
4. You shall be friendly and open minded here. There is no close mindedness, or I shall kick you out. I'm so serious.
So you know what you can and can't do. Don't push my buttons, and I'll love you forever. Push the buttons, and ACTION will have to be taken..... X] <3 I am a beta reader, so if you want me to proofread anything, go right on ahead and send it my way! Welcome to The Backroom. *hugs*
Let me just make myself clear right now, I love amazing artists. Without them, the world would be very dreary. But, I noticed that amazing artists all share one negative trait.
They are just too dang humble. :|
I'm sure that there is one gorgeous and absolutely stunning picture on theO homepage right now, and that when you click on it and you read the description, it will say: Sorry for the suck-esque coloring, or something along those terms. We know that they want to become better in their artistic skills. But sometimes, enough is enough. Why can't they just admit that their piece of art is good and that they're damn proud of it? I know that we're our own toughest critic. But we shouldn't be afraid of admitting that we're pretty good in whatever talent we specialize in. If you keep second guessing yourself, you'll never be the artist you strive to be. I'm friends with plenty of artists who always say, "I hate this picture. I want to burn it." And when I take a glance at it, it's completely beautiful with perfect shading, perfect blend of colors, and the details are amazing. And when I try to tell them that, they look at me as if I was some moronic idiot.
I am one of the people that can't draw to save the life of me. I've erased a hole in a piece of paper after a minute of erasing. I specialize in stick figures with happy faces. :] Even if I'm an idiot with a pencil, I know when a picture is good. So, amazing artists that are reading this, how do you think we non-drawing artists feel when you say that this spectacular drawing of yours is horrible? I know that when that happens to me, I feel like a dumb monkey with a pencil. It honestly hurts me. :[
So please, for the love of God, admit when a drawing of yours is awesome. Because you're talented and people admire your art. Refrain from typing the phrase "The shading sucks, forgive me!" Because chances are, yeah, we'll forgive you.
This if for all the girls or guys that have ever been blindly in love with someone who didn't love them back. May you have a more successful crush in the future. :] <3
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There he is again, stealing my breath away as usual. What I wouldn't give to have him smile at me...Wait, is he smiling at me? No, he's smiling at Sakura. Of course. He brushes past me, the smell of soap wafting off of his skin. I feel my breath becoming uneven and my hands start to shake. He pays no notice.
Do you know what it's like to be so in love with someone, but they don't even know you exist? Sometimes, he sees me, and smiles quickly, but it's a polite smile, intended to show his disinterest in me. His eyes never linger on mine for longer than a second. It hurts, but I deal with it. Just a small glance makes my day. A tiny smile satisfies me for a week. Anything to know that I'm not totally invisible.
I dream of running my fingers through his soft, blond hair. How would it feel? Like velvet and chocolate and all good things combined together. What does he dream of? Running his fingers through Sakura's hair probably. Or kissing her soft lips. Why wouldn't he love her? She's powerful. Unlike me. She's beautiful. Unlike me. She's funny and outgoing. Unlike me. She's what I wish I was. She's everything I'm not. And that gives him all the more reason to love her.
Despite all of these factors, I still dream about him. He's still the person I think about before I fall asleep. His laugh resonates in my head like bells. It's the only thing I ever hear. Sure, I'm a fool in love. But it's a reason for me to get up in the morning. He's a burst of vibrant color in my black and white life. Am I setting myself up for heartbreak? Of course. But if my heart is in his hands, he would be too kind to shatter it; he would never. Am I blindly in love with him? Maybe. But I can see enough to know that I'm irrevocably in love with him. He might be one source of sadness in my already bleak life. But he's my only source of happiness. And I would be stupid to give that up.
Love. What a wonderful feeling.
Love. What a horrible feeling.
This is for all the girls that have been hurt by a guy.
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Dear you,
How long will it take for you to understand? How long will it take for you to come clean? Why lie, why cover, why victimize? It'll be quiet once again; just like you like it. You can bask in the glory of being alone again; I'm sure you'll enjoy the division. I tried to explain, I tried to tell you, but all I heard was the click of the phone. Empty space, dead air. It was your gift to me, now I'll bestow it onto you. I walked away? No sir, you ran away long before this was declared over. Don't try to make me look like the enemy. I stood by, waiting faithfully while you had your fun without me. Please don't come after me, I have people ready to protect me. How long will it take for you to understand that I'M the one walking away this time?
I'm so sorry I haven't been posting!!
AAAH!
But I've been UBER busy lately.
I'm running in an election right now, and you know, I have to finish the application, do an interviewing process, a campaign speech, elections....ON TOP OF THAT I've had like a kajillion tests these past few weeks (with which I've passed all with a 98 or higher!) and I've had to disect a sheep brain and a sheep heart! AND for finals next month, I get to disect a FROG. Oh goody. Then I have to go to MUN Banquet. Then I have to serve the food at the Latin Banquet the week after... AND I have a HUGE ENGLISH project due NEXT TUESDAY when it was assigned to us YESTERDAY!! AND my CAMPAIGN SPEECH IS ON THE SAME TUESDAY!!!
O_o
*twitch*
I'm gonna SPLODE.
This is just totally random and probably irrelevant to this world, BUT WHO CARES? IT'S MINE.
And this probably seems like nothing to you people who have like 150 subscribers....
But I have seven subscribers!
>.<
That's way more than I thought I'd get...If I got any.
I don't even draw anything!
:D
Thanks guys!
Keep em coming.
Let's go for ten!!
