Ты Know You're A Writer When. . .
(feel free to agree или disagree with any of these.)
-You skip meals или don't eat as much because you're too eager to get back to the story Ты were working on. (Yeah, I did this at lunch today. Deliberatly stopped eating early 'cause I had to get back to my story.)
-You have a notebook and pen или pencil that Ты carry everywhere. (Mine's right here Далее to me.)
-You freak out if ANYTHING happens to сказал(-а) notebook. (I start going ballistic if I even set it down in a different place and it takes me a минута to remember where I set it.)
-You listen to songs and think, "Oh, this would be great for this scene in this story." или 'This totally fits the situation in the story I'm working on."
(I'm listening to "How To Save A Life" and it's reminding me of two of my lion characters.)
-You actually consult your characters on a problem. (Oh, I wonder what this character would do?)
-You use the same character, (in a million different incarnations and occasionally with a last name change,) for every single story because Ты just like him или her. (Ok, maybe that one's just me. I have 10,000 different incarnations of this charrie in my stories.)
Hoep Ты enjoyed!
(feel free to agree или disagree with any of these.)
-You skip meals или don't eat as much because you're too eager to get back to the story Ты were working on. (Yeah, I did this at lunch today. Deliberatly stopped eating early 'cause I had to get back to my story.)
-You have a notebook and pen или pencil that Ты carry everywhere. (Mine's right here Далее to me.)
-You freak out if ANYTHING happens to сказал(-а) notebook. (I start going ballistic if I even set it down in a different place and it takes me a минута to remember where I set it.)
-You listen to songs and think, "Oh, this would be great for this scene in this story." или 'This totally fits the situation in the story I'm working on."
(I'm listening to "How To Save A Life" and it's reminding me of two of my lion characters.)
-You actually consult your characters on a problem. (Oh, I wonder what this character would do?)
-You use the same character, (in a million different incarnations and occasionally with a last name change,) for every single story because Ты just like him или her. (Ok, maybe that one's just me. I have 10,000 different incarnations of this charrie in my stories.)
Hoep Ты enjoyed!
I have a secret: I'm afraid. I'm terribly afraid that I AM GOING TO DIE. I didn't ask for leukemia. Nor did I expect it. Especially not chronic myelogenous leukemia. Especially when chronic myelogenous leukemia tends to affect the OLDER males, and I'm only what, 14?
But do Ты know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.
But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.
But do Ты know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.
But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.
I was in the class the other day, and Mrs.Crosswaer was handing out new assignments. And he stared at me! Oh his name is Sam, and he was staring at me dreamly!!!!!!!!!!!
It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooool!
I am SO SORRY! It had to be lonfer so yeah!
It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooool!
I am SO SORRY! It had to be lonfer so yeah!
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One lonely sunday afternoon
I sit in my chamber and have nothing to do
My Любовь is far away
I wonder if (s)he's already forgotten me
So I sadly watch the sky
See the raindrops passing by
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
One lonely sunday afternoon
I'm even as my Цветы still out of bloom
I find some old photos, covered with dust
I cannot forget Ты although I know that I must
So I sadly let them fly
And this time I have to cry
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
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Ты seek for spark of hope.
Your life held by
darkness thoughts,
anchor is
some place else.
Bad luck follows Ты
like a hook,
won't let Ты go,
won't leave Ты alone.
Ты smile today,
and cry whole eternity,
like that's your fate,
disturbing thoughts
to lie inside of you,
to take away everything
that Ты hope for.
Devil is calling your name,
leaves Ты not,
Ты don't see the Энджел on
your shoulder,
trying to give Ты a strength.
Ты long for life
that Ты don't know of,
Ты seek for peace,
trying to get away
from misty forest
that stains your heart
into black.