Finally got a new story in the works. Life has been crazy and hectic. Anxiety and depression really getting me down and stopping me from doing…well, pretty much everything. I’ll try to update more, I really want to keep up this blog. Here’s my newest story called Where Constellation Lives. Only got the first…
I call it ART because it’s something we all are born with, but need a lot of practice and learning to do. We all have artistic ability in some form. Imagination through writing, painting, crafts, what have you…but some people are just better at it than others. Art is one of those things that only…
You choose your story. You write it how you want it go and as you go along, you learn how it plays out. Those who choose to read it, are the ones you let in. The ones who don’t, don’t deserve to read it anyway.
I haven’t posted much. It’s been a tough few weeks, hell, several months. Anyway, writing always helps. I updated the latest fic. Take a look. Sick as Secrets-Marvel FanFic
Don’t underestimate me, you push, I push back, harder, stronger, faster I won’t back down and I won’t cower in a corner like everyone else I won’t believe your lies, your smile covering up the evil behind it I’m worth more than you are and I won’t cry the day you are judged and brought…
I’ve been asked a thousand times… “Do you want to die?”. Doctors, therapists, counselors, medical techs and a whole host of random medical professionals. My answer to them. “No.” But it’s not the truth. Well, sort of. I do want to die….but, I don’t. I don’t want to actually die by my own hand. I…
Writing anything is hard enough, but trying to put thoughts into a story the way I see them in my head is difficult. I typically start with a story and then build the beginning off of that, but then I tend to start new stories because the ideas I have won’t fit into the current…
carry me with you, through the jungle of madness don’t let me sink into the sand i know you are damaged, your limbs are broken and your back is weak your mind is all you need to make it through, but my heart is rotting flesh the insects are devouring my spirit, my mind is…
When you said that cryptic message, that nothingness, it got into my head. It drilled it’s little hole into my head like a beetle eating through wood, trying to survive. Those words infected my heart and made me doubt myself, made me hate myself, made me second guess who I am and what I stand…
I really do feel most alive at the ocean. The sun is amazingly healing and I feel alive when I am bronzed and my hair is matted with sea salt. Someday I’ll get back.