This journal is just a big mix of my thoughts as they happen.. on a irregular basis.
Burned By My Lucky Star
-_- sometimes i wish i didnt like poetry so much, or art. cause when you devote yourself to it and you end up with writers block or artists block it becomes a real pain in the butt.. its like why bother. i need to find my talent again or this will ruin me o.o anyway.. i like cookies o.o yep yep.. *hoards away a giant cookie jar filled with every kind of cookie there is* mine! not yours o.o;
erm....when i just wanna be alone for like five hours.....then i hear a strange noise...what could it be i thought . but for a moment its some kinda voice then it gets real scare.After while id think of praying god and rhyme and draw. to keep me up going.it really isnt some much kinda pain. 3noddingheart