“Darkness is good”

i was reading Ashes Only and in one of her entries,“Qoutes”   She gives a list of very cool qoutes. (check it out, they are well woth the read.) but, there was one that stood out for me. it was #4 “In the light you see the world for what it is. In the dark you see the outline of what it could be.”

and i just thought that i have spendt so much time trying to express the beauty of darkness. the hardest thing do explain is that it only lest me see what could be, instead of what is. it allowed for the dreams to overpower reality and allowes for my hopes to fly. some how, i hope that what i see outlined in darkness will be true, and fully visiable in the light.

 

Diffrent

i read a this post by Graycie and it made me think, and i came up with this:

Diffrent

i’ve never been like everyone else.
i write stories, i live in books.
i don’t care who you say i am

i’m not like you
this is who i am

Diffrent

it feels good

it feels good to have a job where i work, and it feels good to have money in the bank.

but, it sucks to bring home a pay check and thing, “if i was not living at home, i would could not live on this.” it sucks to wake up every morning and think, “i hate my job. it’s not what i want to be doing with the rest of my life.”

Why i can not write a good essay:

I am not saying that essay’s are a bad thing, but I am only saying why I have a hard time writing them.

First off:

i am bound by fact. In an essay, I can not make add something just because it proves my point. In short stories, I can do that.

Secondly:

I spend the whole time repeating my self. How am i going to tell them what I am going to say, say it, then tell them again? I fell that i spend the whole time repeating, and parting back what I have said, and I never fell as if I got to say it.

Third:

each point to be proven must take up exactly the same number of words, and have exactly the same number of quotes, and evidences.

Forth:

the rules are all important. They are not to be bent, even if the point suffers for it

*My* birthday

I am going to get drunk tomorrow, and I am going to imbarse my parents. and I will ejnoy it.

they invited over ahouse guest. let them sufer for not respecting me, and telling me, or planning around my celebrateing a milestone.

they known for months what my plans were, and that i was takeing over the house.