As I am tired of re-reading the random words and journal posts I usually have on my profile, here is an entry I shall keep for a long time:
... (hopefully) ...

Okay, I have been posting some poetry, (without taking it instantly off! Amazing!) and it is not even HALF of one-fifth of my complete works, (at the moment) but I do not think I shall post much else; the majority of my poetry and short stories are getting slightly out of hand with the emotional crap that no one likes to read- and it would hurt feelings if someone DID choose to view it… so, therefore, I shall refrain from posting anything at the time being.

The AMOUNT of writing I create now is about TWICE as much as this time, last year (and that is a serious statement, considering I was DEEP into writing the “Fail-Novel”, (MoonDust) and I thought that the story was going along fairly successful… That seems to be a reoccurring issue with anything I attempt to write; I get a fantastic plot to weave together, sometimes without even meaning it to happen, and then… it just falls apart at the stitches. I can imagine an entire novel being acted out in my head, great ideas, reasons, and explanations, but then I cannot seem to get it all down on paper the way I want it to be. I know I can do it, but the inspiration just fades away, and the story fizzles to a complete standstill. Nocturne (my second “farthest-along” book-in-the-making) is still considerably entertaining to create, but I do not know, even from my OWN writing, WHAT the Hell is going on in it. Saying that, I am entirely sure that no one else would get the idea I was trying to get around at.

Umm… If I DO write any more stories, they shall most likely be description of nature or people, without any action or acceptable conclusion. The works will probably contain no real “easily-spotted” emotions from my point of view… unless they are the descriptions of me up in my Tree Haven place, (my happy place in real life- yes, it is a tree; they are quite comforting to me, actually) because then, it is all about me being free from the Voices and the Mental Pain Demons. (Wow. That sounded pretty emo… but then I should include: “You just wait until you read it. THEN it will sound like a suicide note." )

Reminders from Entries Past:
1.) I am making new shirts/dresses, (including a “fierce” Christmas dress) and I shall attempt to gather everyone I possibly can, to come over and model for me. ^,..,~
2.) *random Portarican accent*: And, umm, I love you guu-uuys! *weet!*

People everyone should Glomp for me (My “real-life” friends):