Where all the different aspects of my personality converge & work to take over the world! & drive just about everyone around me crazy too, but hey, just an added bonus...

My boring, rambling diary. Reader discretion advised: Trivialities abound.

it's ten past two and the swaying trees just remind me of those highways headed home.

Romance/Darma/Friendship This is my story and believe it or not I barely changed anything except for the names. My story of half boyfriends, friends and that one bitch who tries to make my life miserable. Have fun reading...

sometimes i wonder why i even bother.

put me next to the window, put me next to the light. a pillowbook.

In this slightly hilarious account of a blind kid in boarding school. Various things happen such as fires, making new friends, and getting caught in the shower when fire alarms go off. That's not all however, theirs the irate dorm staff, and love in the m

pillowbook.

Being teenaged is strange. Living is odd. And just trying to be yourself can be down right outrageous. True stories and anecdotes of living life, mature, immature and otherwise. Not a pillow book.

...because that's what we're waiting for... fourth pillowbook.

And so begins the pillow book of my life...

My life is an open book

A little diary thing I'm writing. Felt like writing, didn't know what to write, so I started this.

My life is normal. I am weird. Or at least in society I am.

It's an impossible feat; so why do I keep trying? My second pillowbook/journal thing.

An entry in The Review Game’s November Writing challenge contest, in response to the prompt: “Writing comes more easily if you have something to say." A girl whose life has been split between India and Germany contemplates whether her road has ended.

Future Middle School Language Arts Teacher, or FMSLAT, writing letters/emails about Language arts and my journey through this.

So what do you do when you have an in-human craving for blood? When you've seen and done things a "normal" 16 year old hasn't? When you're not phased by death? When you need to get shit of your chest without changing? Write a pillowbook...

Short snipits from my life. reminding people to always check the label, do anything for fish fingers and keep your wind to yourself.

Sporadically updated ramblings on and about the life of someone you don't know and will never meet. Learning to live with anger, pain, people, and differences, and trying my best to explain to myself and everyone else who I am, and that I'm not crazy.

i realise of course that even then, it might not be worth it. a pillowbook, i guess.

what doesn't kill me, doesn't kill me. a pillowbook

Because that's where I've always been, and it's the last place I want to be. My pillow book.

i feel the need to write. and at the moment, i don’t have the attention span to write a one shot. or for that matter, the time. a pillowbook.

a letter you'll never read