I had a dream. I had one book published full of poetry and short stories, it had a cream colored front and brown lettering. It was small ish, but not tiny. I was getting another book published. I woke up and it took me twenty minutes to realize I hadn't even finished my book. I was Depressed. But it gives me a good reason to write more.
Unknown "Miss Rawr!!!" Carefree - 16 years, 11 months, 4 days ago

Once I stayed up all night, then all day, survived off of um energy drinks and a hour nap. Then went to work. Now the computers smiling at me and all I want to do is go home and sleep but I've two hours of work left. Then go home shower, change and go do crap. Someday sleep and I will be friends again. That's my story.

Unknown "Miss Rawr!!!" Carefree - 16 years, 11 months, 5 days ago

Hope.
Is to put the next foot forword.
Fear.
Is to step backwords.
Hate.
Is to deny yourself.
Love.
Is to embrace everyone.

Music is like the air we breath, some of it is filled with rank poision, some of is it clear and beautiful, and some is just a little some where between both.

Unknown "Miss Rawr!!!" Carefree - 16 years, 11 months, 6 days ago