Some People

Have that moment early on when they feel that they are starting to grow up... when they feel special and in the beginning of something wonderful.


I don't think I'm one of them. It's not all bad though; less disappointment.

Really: what do I have to offer? To receive?

I want the words.

And that will end before I get them.

Kinda like Nanny McPhee.

Panther Asks

You didn't find this blog did you, Panther? You might've even forgot to look like you said you would.

I'm not mad; that's a rather hopeful situation.

This morning what you asked... oh wow. And a Cat was there too.

Asking me about Kitten... here's my answer.

Kitty is a very important person to me. She licked my wounds when I was bleeding. When you made me bleed too. Sorry; that was unnecessary. I didn't(?) mean it.

I don't like being separated from her.

The thing is, I do love her, just like I still love you. But not like that now; just the memory.

Why not now? Because it was hopeless.

Sound lame? It is. But that's the truth. And you know what? This should change. I was supposed to be the one who could do the impossible. I was supposed to challenge the world, but instead, I'm stuck here bound to its laws and leaving it.

I need to ATTACK. Take it HEAD ON.

Easier said than done.

The emotional change is done, but I need to remember this for the future; I'm young; this is the time to do emotional science, right?


And to the Royals: To sum up your attitudes: What Do You Mean Its Not Heinous

Haven't updated in a while

I've thought about so much, but I don't want to share it. I don't know if I can post here anymore.

Tiger has someone new; that's the news.


Oh. And I just want to mention my Sister; she reads around... this part of the Blogger neighborhood and if she found out I was writing this, I would like her to have been mentioned.

It sometimes seems as if she hates me, but... she doesn't.

Yesterday

And Friday I was screaming inside. But... I couldn't write.

I think I'm getting better now though. But I got House of Leaves yesterday, so how much better could I get?

Well the best way to summarize yesterday

I sympathize with the Columbine kids.

They were unstable... they did as they did... they did wrong. And yet, sometimes their words are in me. I don't want to won't hurt anyone though. That would be horrible... it would only result in pain for me and others.

Never

Not never... but not soon...

I just want to be able to understand my limits without being considered a failure...

I'm not alone. And when I am alone, so what? Everyone has their flaws.