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It seems like everyone around me is struggling. Either with their emotions, finances, or both. I want to help them, but I have no way to help with finances, and no matter what I say, I can’t make them happy. They come to me to vent and relieve their stress, but I feel like I’m not doing anything to help them. I wish I could give Lex a million dollars so they could be happy and live in harmony. I wish I could relieve Shana’s stresses about her mother so she can go on with her life and focus on her future. I want these things, but it’s so hard, and it seems to bear down on me. I am eroding away with all of these emotions, and it makes me sad to see them like they are. I try to help out by lending what cash I have, and taking them around to get applications at places. When I help them, I feel good at the moment but then later on, I see they are only the same as they were before. I, too, am struggling to find a job… To gain money that I need so I can save up for my future. Why is it so hard? Has the job economy really gotten that full? I have to fill out a million applications just so I can get one interview with a manager. It’s ridiculous, and the government “wonders” what’s happening. It shows us that we have to make good decisions throughout our early stages of life, but it also shows that if we don’t make those good decisions, it’s hard to make a living after we learn from those mistakes. I wish things were easier for everyone, not just me… Because everyone deserves happiness.
This is so cute! They really did a good job with their costumes! Way to go! I want to cosplay Fuu. ;-;
Premonition and Infection are the first two “J-Horror” films I have seen. They are scary, freaky, and a couple of the few movies that have really creeped me out. Anyway, I totally suggest watching them or collecting them if you are a fan of horror flicks. I know I am. E-bay, here I come!
Lately I have been wanting to write. I want to write poems and stories. Every time I pull up ScribeFire, my mind goes completely blank. I have these ideas and thoughts of what to write, but then it disappears. I hate writer’s block. Any other time, when I’m not in the mood to write, I have great things sounding out in my mind. Now, when I want to write, it doesn’t show. A mind is a mysterious thing. Why can’t the words come out? Why can’t I express what I want to say, without being confused? Things come out as a mess. I hate writer’s block.
There’s no way I can explain it. It’s just there. A burning ember in my chest. It screams and tells me things I cannot ignore. I can feel it beating inside of me. There’s a feeling I get when I talk to him, and the ember grows brighter, warmer. I cannot explain how I feel. Is it too soon? Maybe, but there is no stopping it now. I feel the desperation to be loved to feel loved, wanting it all. I dare not change that feeling, because there is a voice deep inside of me telling me that I will be alone forever. I ignore those voices and stay true to that burning, growing ember that burns behind my breast. What it emits, I listen. I hear the messages it sends and I respond the best I can. My mind tells me things differently, but I cannot bear the thoughts. It is burning, can you feel it? It is beating, can you hear it? It is growing, can’t you see it?