Have you ever noticed how some people can make the subject that they’re writing about interesting? And, in the same way, others can’t?

All about me.

Some of my thoughts of love, crushes and other things similar to the first two, I think. Written while I was bored.

My life is an ocean and I'm helpless to its song. These are my thoughts.

This actually happened. My sister almost died, and her son did. I can't really explain how tramatic it was, but read this and you will experience it for yourself...

My journal that tells the story of my foiled suicide plans and my subsequent stay in a mental hospital for teenagers.

This is my favourite song, she would say. She said that one a lot, and it made me wonder if every song was her favourite. A short biographical piece about my family, but mostly my mother.

Turn the camera off, you dork.- Tucker

This is based on my senior class and all the amazing and horrible things that happened to us in our little town.

When you lose your first love, how much do you truly lose?

Emotional rant.

We were supposed to write down things that inspire us. I did not... but I did create a black hole. :D

She never did like that damn irony, did she? r&r

Online. The net. World wide web. Whatever you call it, most people have it and use it. Depends on how you use it. Some for preying on innocent girls.

A work in progress and an extended sketch of myself and my writing abilities. Written for my English 315 class.

Drabbles as prompted by the LJ community all unwritten. I sold my soul. But there's a catch when you do it. You don't get it back.

My story of pain, sadness, death, life, hope, love, heartbreak, and of getting back at the people responsible. A/N I know the website says FICTIONpress but this IS fact

I'm a 20 year old girl, trying to find a place in the life I'm leading. Hoping to lead another life...

The sometimes interesting days of a man who deals with work, love, death, the unknown, ... but usually just the bland.

A short writing on abuse/depression.

My father moving out of the house.

Why am I so afraid to say these things? Why does it have to be so secretive?

This is another essay I wrote for my creative non fiction class. It's a biographical sketch of my grandma - past and present - who is now struggling with Alzheimer's disease. Please critique me!

A place to keep my thoughts. And a way to communicate with my Twi-family, while I'm banned. Review? yes? yes. :D

Some of the writing is repetative, but it's quite detailed, which is what I was trying for..