Feeling Alone

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Do you ever get the feeling that you’re all alone in this fight called life? Let’s face it; we all feel alone sometimes. I’ve never had a blog before, but I want to put this out in the world. So I know that some people can be mean and I know that it hurts. I know that you just want to shut out everybody and everything because maybe it will make things hurt less. But if you want to close out the whole world, it’s only going to make things worse. Because you’re not going to get all of those emotions out of your system. They will stay pent up inside of you and it won’t help you at all. So I want you to know that sometimes, the best way for you to communicate how you’re feeling is writing. I was mad at my little sisters’ Mom, so instead of calling her and bitching at her, I wrote her a letter. She’ll probably never see it, but it felt really good to get it out of my system. And so I called her last night and talked to her, and everything is good. I’m actually going to see my sisters and her again on Good Friday. I’m so excited, and yet so nervous at the same time. So I know how it feels to think you’re alone all of the time. But you’re NOT all alone. And I may not know you, but I’m here for any and all of you if you ever need a friend. Remember, I’m just a blog/link away! 🌸♥️

Slipknot Guitarist Stabbed

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I was just scrolling through the CNN News page when I came across that headline: “Slipknot Guitarist Stabbed.” Seeing this just brought tears to my eyes. I was actually lucky enough to meet the members of Slipknot last year at a concert. I still have my microphone that they signed with a silver Sharpie. But that’s not my point. Back to the article. So I clicked on the article and I read that Mick Thompson was in a knife fight with his brother, Andrew, and Andrew stabbed Mick in the back of the head. How ridiculous! I mean, I fight with my sisters all the time, but not with knives! Like, what the hell is wrong with you?! I love Slipknot so much, and I love the artists in the band, but this is just pure stupidity. But I still hope that Mick and Andrew both heal not only physically, but also emotionally. I hope that this isnt the end of their relationship. Having close siblings and friends are some of the most important things you can have!

For more information: http://www.cnn.com/2015/03/12/entertainment/slipknot-guitarist-stabbed/index.html

Embarrassing Moments

No. Try again. -.-

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So a couple of years ago, my friend, Zach called me up. It was like, the middle of the night. Like, 1am or something. “What could you possibly want, nimrod?” I asked. He laughed into the phone and said my mom just bought my Prom tickets online.” I sat up, turned on my light, and said “I didn’t know you were going to Prom.” He went quiet, so I asked “ummm… Okay. So who are you going with?” Again, he was quiet. Then something hit my window, so I told him I had to go, but I would call him back in a minute. He agreed, so I hung up. I walk over to my window, open it, then pop my head out. And when I look down and see Zach, he’s holding a single red rose in a bouquet of white roses. “Will you be my date to Prom,” he asked. I just stared at him… And stared, and stared, and stared. He looked down at the ground and said “this is the part where you say ‘yes’.” I stammered, thinking of how to say it, but I knew that what I had to say would hurt him. “Zach… I love you, but you’re my best friend. I can’t… It would be too weird… I’m sorry. Goodnight, Zachary.” I closed my window, turned off my light, and cried myself to sleep. I felt hurt because I hurt someone I loved. So Prom is the one place I will never go to. Ever.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “No, Thanks.”

Feeling Lost

If I Leave…

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Hello all of you beautiful potatoes. I just wanted to take this opportunity to say that every single individual out there in this harsh world are survivors. But unfortunately, not everyone survives this war. And if you do survive, you may be forced to make drastic changes and sacrifices in your life. I’m afraid to inform you that this will be my last and final post. In order to survive any longer, I need to leave my home and where I’m going… Well, let’s just say that I will be unable to post for quite some time. But it doesn’t mean that I don’t care about all of you. It just means that I am doing my best to live on. So in memory of all of your wise words, I will pass on everything that I have learned from all of you. May all of you survive this Nightmare. Goodbye…

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Last Words.”