My eyes hurt. I've spent the last few days thinking and everything that I try to keep inside of me keeps boiling over. I question everything: my past, my present, my future. Will I live my dream again? Will I ever be out of this darkness? Will I make people proud once more or am I destined to be a complete and utter failure at everything I do?
That word looms over my head and I feel the tears well up again. I feel as though every task I take on in life ends in a fiery mess of chaos and pain. Every time I pull myself up to my feet to trudge on with life, chaos comes to knock me back down. I fight with myself every day to keep going.
He really should have discussed this with his parents. After all, the news had made things sound so horrible with the death of men and women in Iraq. His mom would have blown things out of proportion, sobbing and wailing at the mere thought of losing her eldest son. His dad would have just looked at him, bob his head in a soft nod, and go back to watching CNN. He should have discussed this, he really should. But what he should have done and what he was going to do were two different things.
The constant opening and closing of doors brought him back to reality. Though quiet, the long white hall was alive with unformed personnel moving in and
Twas the night before christmas and all through the dorm
Every trainee was stirring and was as loud as a storm
The night displays were hung on the wall lockers with care
In hopes that SSgt. Jenkins would not be there
Some of the gimpies were already in bed
Complaining about noise because of a pain in their head
And I in my hoodie and Newbie with her hat
Had just sat down for a 2 hour chat
When out in the stairwell there arose such a clatter
I jumped from my chair to see what was the matter
Up from my chair, the place where I sat
And with a dreadful hand I lifted the flap
The light from the stairwell was all dim and eerie
So first off, I wanted to tell everyone that ever stop by my page this:
Thank you for taking the time out of your day to even glance at my page. Thank
you for looking at my cosplay, my art, my ramblings and odd comments. Just...
Thank you... That being said, this is probably going to be a long journal, so I'll
just post a tl;dr at the bottom so you don't have to go through this entire tirade.
If you do, please bare with me as I try to get my thoughts in order, as this is going
to be quite an emotional post.
Over the past three years I've been dealing with a plethora of issues that has
Hey everyone! I know it's been a long time since I've posted anything of real
importance, but I need to post this call for help. I'm up to my neck in bills and
unfortunately, my day job just doesn't cover everything. So I need you help!
I'm not asking for money, but rather I'm selling a lot of really cool stuff that I've
made in hopes to raise some money to help out. Christmas is just around the
corner! If you could please take a moment and look at what I have to sell, I'd
really appreciate it! I love you all and you've made my life so much better! :3