Thank you all for you responses to my last journal entry. I thought I was taking a gamble and pushing the envelope a bit too far. Believe it or not, I can get a lot more -intense- then that.
Though if ever I felt the urge to share such works of literature, it would be on a personal basis. I don't think I'd post it here so publicly. My friend PaleEnchantress and I will be turning 25 in a couple of days. The quarter cetnury mark. Man I feel old. So anyways, yeah, I hope you all like the new profile picture.
And don't mind me if I don't post anymore from here on out for like a week. I know this is going to sound ridiculous to you all, but I get kind of depressed around my birthday. I am thankful and greatful to be alive and that I've lived as long as I have, believe me I am. It's just this is a time of doubt for me. I always quenstion myself. I look back at how ever many years I've been alive at that specific birthday and ask myself what have a I done in my past to warrant celebration of my life wich I've deemed -meaningless- numerous times.
A few days after, I get my spirits up again and tell myself that by this time next year, I'll be a better, more succesful not to mention stronger man then the year before. Even though I don't really believe it. Sometimes you just have to tell yourself things to keep going.
Anyways, I hope everyone had a good weekend, and that you all have even better days ahead. Oh and let me throw some of you for a real shocker right now. If I could become any supernatural being, it would actually be a Werewolf, more so then a Vampire. Perhaps I'll get into this later. And if I get going writing about Vampire AND Werwolves, it's going to be intense. Anyways, take care of yourselves my friends. Right on.
-And the darkness opened up on my lonely path. There, I see it. A single rose, made of steel. When I touch it, all corruption and sin flees my existence. I cherish this rose and hold it close to my chest, because it is now dear to me. I let it's metallic thorns pierce my flesh and impale my bleeding heart. Where my essence flows thickest and strongest, with fragments of my very soul, may my blood wash over it, bringing warmth and life to it's hard, cold exterior. May then, it's strong metal shell, crumble and fall away, exposing the beautiful sacred flower within.-
Though if ever I felt the urge to share such works of literature, it would be on a personal basis. I don't think I'd post it here so publicly. My friend PaleEnchantress and I will be turning 25 in a couple of days. The quarter cetnury mark. Man I feel old. So anyways, yeah, I hope you all like the new profile picture.
And don't mind me if I don't post anymore from here on out for like a week. I know this is going to sound ridiculous to you all, but I get kind of depressed around my birthday. I am thankful and greatful to be alive and that I've lived as long as I have, believe me I am. It's just this is a time of doubt for me. I always quenstion myself. I look back at how ever many years I've been alive at that specific birthday and ask myself what have a I done in my past to warrant celebration of my life wich I've deemed -meaningless- numerous times.
A few days after, I get my spirits up again and tell myself that by this time next year, I'll be a better, more succesful not to mention stronger man then the year before. Even though I don't really believe it. Sometimes you just have to tell yourself things to keep going.
Anyways, I hope everyone had a good weekend, and that you all have even better days ahead. Oh and let me throw some of you for a real shocker right now. If I could become any supernatural being, it would actually be a Werewolf, more so then a Vampire. Perhaps I'll get into this later. And if I get going writing about Vampire AND Werwolves, it's going to be intense. Anyways, take care of yourselves my friends. Right on.
-And the darkness opened up on my lonely path. There, I see it. A single rose, made of steel. When I touch it, all corruption and sin flees my existence. I cherish this rose and hold it close to my chest, because it is now dear to me. I let it's metallic thorns pierce my flesh and impale my bleeding heart. Where my essence flows thickest and strongest, with fragments of my very soul, may my blood wash over it, bringing warmth and life to it's hard, cold exterior. May then, it's strong metal shell, crumble and fall away, exposing the beautiful sacred flower within.-
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loe:
yes, i did. and i'm so sorry its taken me so long to get back to you. i wanted to actually email you about it, but i think i need to re-read the entire series again after all of your enlightenment. i've missed a lot that you pointed out. fuck, they are such good books. looks like i'll have to start reading some other ones too, like hearts in atlantis. whew... i've got a lot of reading to do if i want to be done by the time the last one comes out.
malloreigh:
dude, i'm not going to become ugly anytime soon.