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*

The Problem With Amazing Artists

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.

How Long Will It Take?

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?

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