My Thoughts – A Cry For Help – January 10, 2008

I feel like a failure…bottom-line, and I feel like everything I care about and work hard at…dies…I don’t know what it is. There’s just been WAY too many things for me to deal with at the moment…

I really really kind of want…need someone to read this…I really need some feedback and this…dead silence…is killing me. Please, people! I need Magic Pens! …

My Thoughts – January 9, 2009

Been feeling kind of down lately…Just…miss things…Wrote this rant up during English class but had to stop suddenly when the bell rang…It’s retarded I know.

My Thoughts: January 16, 2008

All right…I’ve arrived home, with no homework, really tired, and my rabbits are running around me in my room. I would like to write something, but right now I am just too brain dead. I don’t know what to write, even a rant…I think that I will come back to this later on tonight.

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I have returned to this post, although it isn’t the later night.

My Thoughts: November 3, 2007

I do not feel like writing…The words will just not come. I sit here typing under the veil of darkness, not knowing what will come of it. My hands clack on, my mind rambling on…nothing coming…nothing at all. Why am I in this slump? Why is my mind so blank. I stare at the white before me that corrupts into my thoughts. The ideas and creativity leaves, abandoning the nothing left behind. Why is this? Why do I sit and let the ideas slip away? Where do they go? Why don’t they come back? Why do they return to me once I leave this place? I float through the world, observing, and thinking. My mind can never be shut off, even under the covers late at night, but why is it that I come here, to this blank screen, and all of that leaves me? With a piano ringing through my ears, and the darkness soothing my eyes, the gleam of the screen is like a barrier to my words. I can not form them, cannot plot, no story will come. My thoughts flow through my hands and across the keyboard jaggedly as I type. The messages are unclear. The ideas are unfinished. The creation in whole is incomplete with gashes and holes, waiting to be filled. My words come quickly as a poem flows along with the waters of a river, although they may not make much sense. The words are jumbled, with the thoughts behind them not very supportive. I am weak. I am unstable. I am empty. My mind…is…

My Thoughts: November 2, 2007 – The Perfect Dodgeball Team

I have thought of this many times before, but when I played dodgeball in gym today, I actually felt like writing about it. Let’s see if I can do it!

I believe that any randomized gym class could easily win a match of dodgeball if they broke each person into “jobs,” each with a special ability with only one thing to worry about. I will create a fake gym class based off of my own to demonstrate.

My Thoughts: August 29, 2007

Today for my English class, we were given the assignment to write a few non-fictional paragraphs that did not make up a story, such as our thoughts on something. The topic was for each of us to decide. Here is my piece.

It is interesting how a person can use mere words to describe the abundant amount of ideas and thoughts that linger in his mind. However he twists and uses his words is also very important and can change the way another person takes them in. When writing, one lacks the visual image and emphasis that he can add to his chosen words and is forced to carefully plan out what he wants to tell his reader.

My Thoughts: August 10, 2007

For some reason, I feel like publishing this post bit by bit so it might be unfinished when you stop by…

My Thoughts: July 8, 2007

So, I guess I’m gonna’ rant…

My Thoughts: June 12, 2007

First off, I really need to write. Believe me, I want to and I hate myself for not writing, but everytime I sit down and try…nothing comes. It’s weird and it’s freaking me out, but it’s true. Nothing’s coming. I have no inspiration. I am dead. Plus I have been feeling kind of awful lately. I haven’t been getting much sleep, (it’s been a little better recently,) and I have been just a wreck on some days. Don’t ask me why…I don’t really know. I just know that for the past few nights I have just been lying in bed wide awake. I have nothing to do…I’m staring at the clock…I know that I have to get up in six hours, but sleep just never comes. Then, I get the urge to write. I plan out each word in my head, see it in print, and just want to throw off the covers, turn on my computer, and write. I would have if only I didn’t need to get up in six hours and I was actually able to stay up late and just write. That’s what I want to do…just write. I want to sit here and just write. Whatever comes to me…whatever I want. I really want to get my hourglass story published and all, but I don’t know. I will do it. I know that I will. I am the last person to back out on something like this, but I just can’t write well when I am told what to write and when I have a deadline. I have a deadline… I can’t stop freaking out about it. It was about a month away and I have been freaking out. I am nervous, I can’t write, and it’s just freaking me out…Grr, I am so frustrated right now and I just want to tell somebody. I want to, but I can’t. My friend just packed up today and of course she’ll be leaving forever…Forever. Forever is a very long time. Very long…

My Thoughts: April 3, 2007

On Thursday, May 29, 2007, I heard this from my art teacher…