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*

Blindly in Love

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.