Okay, Lets Rock..

So this is the longest I've ever kept a blog or a diary. Well except for my kind of diary, I write my stories, song lyrics and thoughts in there, so its not really a diary, but its a very funny read. So to my dedicated non-exsistant readers/followers/stalkers/creepymen/AMAZINGNESS I will type out a page of my forementioned "diary"...

...The night was magical. All the other girls were dressed and spinning like little bits of wrapping paper in the wind. Purples, Blue's, Yellow's, Green's, Red's; all the colours of the rainbow. I joined them but I felt like a rose in field of tulips, I could blend for a little while bit I didn't belong. These girls were stunning, beautiful, amazing and I am not. I barely pass as average. I was dumb where they were smart. They had charisma that knew no bounds. They were the perfect that everyone always talks about. I didn't fit in. I was an outcast. And even the guys looked stunning, in suits and even a few in tuxedeos. This isn't my scene. To be forced to conform was not something that happens to me. Not for a boyfriend, not for anyone... and yet, it happened. To me. The person who didn't. I wanted to scrub my face off. It didn't belong to me anymore. It belonged to THEM. And the worst part was, I didn't feel ashamed. I even wanted to be one of them...


OH WELL DONT YOU FEEL BAD NOW READING SOMEONE ELSE'S DIARY!?!?!?
and while were on this subject, you know the boyfriend I mentioned in there. Yeah, you nkow the one, well he dumped me. Over Facebook. Boy's are stupid. Maybe girls are better. Nah, I cant put up with me let alone another girl putting up with me... Well readers I think I might have to become and A-Sexual being that turns into a hermit.

And I will leave you on that note.
See ya next post.

Hey out there

So, I know You probably wont read this. I wouldn't blame you if you didnt. It's a little bit boring, but we all have our issues. Like this issuse. I was told that there was a less than 97% chance that my court case would win. But it did, I won. I think thats why I started this blog. To share my happy's and my sad's. I dont know. Maybe I had some kind of cosmic impulse that said "people will read, but you must write first". Oh I do so like that. Rather poetic.So now I will start writing. And that is how I will get better. I know you probably wont read this. I wouldn't blame you...