Hark and be of good cheer!
A kind, eccentric writer lives here!
Some serious works, some silly rhymes
Show the passing of life times
Stories therein, some words too
Poetry for the fanciful of you
Read on, good soul, and may you smile
And stay herein for quite a while

Blah Blah Blah

Blah blah blah
Is all I feel like writing. Is all I feel like saying.
Forget that, I feel like screaming. Screaming atrocities to the ends of the earth. Screaming to the world exactly where to stick it.
I feel like curling up into a ball and giving up on life. Sure life isn’t easy but heck it shouldn’t be tortuous. I want to hide away and fade away and go away and never come back. I want to cry till tears run dry. I want to sob till I ache and scream and have someone NOTICE for Pete’s sake.
I want to run away, run far far away to the other side of this world across the ocean. I want to be noticed, to have a voice, to not worry about being judged or looked at or of being remotely responsible. I want to be left to my premature self and cry and wail like the spoiled brat that I apparently am.
It’s not like anyone would really care anyways. They’d notice I was gone, sure, but they would be in for a nasty shock to find out why the heck I disappeared. “Wait she’s one of those depressed chicks?” Y.E.S. YES I AM AND I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU THINK IF I LET MY EMOTIONS RUN WILD AND TRAMPLE ME TO BITS. IT’S WHO I AM!!! SO STOP JUDGING ME. Just stop talking. Just stop pushing. This is not what I need right now. I just need love and care and affection, not to work on my long-overdue problems. I need acceptance. I need my friends. I need my brother. I need my boyfriend.
What I need most is God. The only one who can fix me when I’m like this, the only thing in the universe that really cares is He. He really understands. HE knows the demons inside me. He sees my faults. My insecurities. My deepest fears.
And He loves me, calls to me through that still small voice. I lay broken and bleeding and He rushes forward, not scolding me for waiting so long to call on Him but holding me close telling me it’s going to be alright. And because of Him, it will be. It will be glorious as only He can make it.
So when you blow up and scream blah blah blah, then know that someone will never leave you by yourself. Someone will always pick you back up with loving hands, hands poised to heal.

story in process

I have a story in the making finally! I have parts 1-3 of 4 or 5 written, but I'm in editing and typing phase. So if anyone still reads these things, there's something coming hopefully soon.

Put It To A Vote- your chance to pick a story

I'm gonna try something. I'm putting to a vote the story I should write next.
I have: They Get Away With Murder
Alone
Psychology
Till Death Do Us Part
just comment with whichever one you'd like to see on here!
decided on psychology.... diff title tho

Praise

Praise be to God from whom all blessings flow...
Wonderful song... I just got my computer cord in the mail after three days of delay. Finally I can get on the internet. Its been weeks now. A new phone should be coming in the mail, so I can use that too.
Who says God isn't still taking care of us? I mean, we are breathing, right? That's God taking care of us. He made us so wonderfully... When we have a stuffy nose it alternates from side to side to keep our lungs working... I say that's awesome. We serve an awesome God.
If anyone doesn't like my openness about my faith, I'm sorry.

In writing

Good news!! I'm writing a story that I'm going to put on here!
Bad news: I'm very swamped and won't get it done for quite a while... I'll put up chapter one as soon as it's typed for all you subscribers. I think you'll like it a lot.
In other news, I'm graduating high school at the end of the month... Scary, huh? It goes by so fast... Maybe I'll do some pictures in college... I might just have more time.