Today was the first day I've ever read my poetry in front of a somewhat big crowd. o/////o;
Everybody snapped at the end. :]
It was soooo...
I dunno. Cool.
Hehehe.
>/////<
My english teacher said I had talent. :']

It's so funny how the lighting in the room can make you think and only be the begining of an amazing night.
I don;t know if that made sense to anyone besides me. xD
Yet another late night journal update.
And still in south florida. :]
Loving it.

And I feel...
Pretty awesome.

I was curious how many deviants still actually look when I post something. ;D
I suppose you can say I've had writers block...
And so, this time hasn't been too pleasent. :/ But, it has been, too. I miss my writing, though.


Buut- I just recently started writing more, so I've been feeling better.
Less dry.
I don't know if this happens to other writers... Maybe I'm just an over-sensitive basturd.
But, have you ever written something and have the horror come back at you later?
I've written a poem to go along with that, but I'm not sure if I'll post it yet. I don't think I'm done.
After the Serpents, though.

Being crippled for so long... So far gone. I've never thought I would end up there. I never will again.
Desperate to scream out the message, but with a lack of ryhming words. The fear will never be alive. It is but a meer parasite.

I'm excited about dizz!
Hehe. >////<

Holy shit, and I just recently came out to my mom!
And I'm not allowed to talk to my freaking amazing girlfriend that much lately. D:
Because her mom found out in a not-so delicate way... :/
I miss her so much. :/

And you should check out [link]
I think I've fallen in-love... O////o;;

Something I wrote in my journal after surgery-

Gah, I was so messed up in the hospital I forgot to write about my experience. All that I remember is being extrememly nervous, fidgeting under the sheets in all my shame and glory. Waiting for the man with the knife to come and take away all my sense. But, soon it was all blurred and there was nothing like that on my mind, there was nothing at all on my mind. Three human-looking things stood over me controlling my conciousness. It was the shortest, yet the longest sleep I've ever had, and I awoke iwth a tear-stained face, kicking and bitching for pain medication. It was the worst pain I've ever expierenced. The epidermal wasn't working, so I was feeling the full-power of what these people have done to me. Not soon enough I was giving a boost in the epedermal and two doses of morphine, which jumped right on me, ending the horrid, painful screeches that escaped my trembling lips. And soothing the excruciating pain that surged through me.

I am very grateful for what they did to me, though. ^-^