Welcome, traveller to the inner musings of my mind. Before you cross over the threshold to my magical world of mischief makers and inner musings, I'd like to mention a few points for you to note: this "blog" might be memorable. It might be moving, emotional or inspirational to ambiguous observers or travellers whom wish to voice their thoughts on subjects that I mention. I warn you the magic and the mischief included in this "blog" is all my own doing. If I include any creative writing stuff is posted here, it is of my own choice... and I ask for no praise, nor flattery, nor sympathy on the constant presence of darkness in my world. It might be Light outside, but the Darkness is still there, a presence masquerading as Light. It is visible in a majority of my poems to all, but invisible to me. Enter traveller, but do not fear, for the narrator will always be right over here!
Hi! I'm Laura, (yes, I'm 100% female with a tomboy streak) the writer and narrator of this "blog" (I prefer to think of the blog as my own little world of magic, mischief and mayhem, hence my spin off twist on the "blog"). I'm a student. So. As long as you people out there don't mind my presence here, I will stay!) doing (yes, you've guessed it) a writing course, whew boy. *wipes forehead from avalaunch of sweatdrops* I'm a musician of a sort meaning I only have one main instrument. So I'm not so much of a genius who can play several and are exceptional at all of 'em.
I dropped the violin as I became too self-conscious of my playing and I didn't want to bust anybody else's musically attuned ears off just because I couldn't work out how to do vibrato.
I'll let you catch your breath and conclude with this quote: They say there's a pot of gold at the end of every rainbow. I say, "Its leprechaun gold and since the end of the rainbow moves, there's no way in hell that you'll ever find it."
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Hi! I'm Laura, (yes, I'm 100% female with a tomboy streak) the writer and narrator of this "blog" (I prefer to think of the blog as my own little world of magic, mischief and mayhem, hence my spin off twist on the "blog"). I'm a student. So. As long as you people out there don't mind my presence here, I will stay!) doing (yes, you've guessed it) a writing course, whew boy. *wipes forehead from avalaunch of sweatdrops* I'm a musician of a sort meaning I only have one main instrument. So I'm not so much of a genius who can play several and are exceptional at all of 'em.
I dropped the violin as I became too self-conscious of my playing and I didn't want to bust anybody else's musically attuned ears off just because I couldn't work out how to do vibrato.
I'll let you catch your breath and conclude with this quote: They say there's a pot of gold at the end of every rainbow. I say, "Its leprechaun gold and since the end of the rainbow moves, there's no way in hell that you'll ever find it."
The Quintessence of Immortality
Posted 02-28-2008 at 03:06 PM by Dark Inferno
Captured your attention, did it?
Yeah, that is intentional, you know.
Didn't get much sleep last night. Woke up feeling terrified by something. Don't remember the dream. I hate that.
Somebody was shouting in my mind. Reminded me of one of the leading enemies at school. Thought I'd got rid of 'em, but it seems they were just biding their time. I really don't want to go back to the unit this time. Six months was enough in there. If it happens tonight, I will cry, as much as I don't want anyone to know, or see. Its ... a weird feeling though. Fucking scary at times, feeling vulnerable in your own home, own place of sanctuary, somewhere where nobody else can invade unless you invite them to. Its also difficult to keep a journal or something like this. My other personal diary I had at school was read, I've never kept a personal diary since. Never wanted to, for fear it will fall into the wrong hands, or someone will find it. Boarding school was insane for that, a lot of bitchiness around, but see, the different thing was, unlike day school where YOU CAN ESCAPE, we couldn't. We lived there, all the time. Couldn't run away because it was out in the middle of nowhere. It took away the naivety and it made me into a stronger, more independent person, except when I had to sacrifice normalcy and peace of mind to escape. There was no other way, you see. You couldn't allow yourself be outmanned by one comment. But over an entire years comments or turnarounds from people who you thought were friends because they believed a meaningless rumour from a paranoid person, maybe... maybe..
Yeah, that is intentional, you know.
Didn't get much sleep last night. Woke up feeling terrified by something. Don't remember the dream. I hate that.
Somebody was shouting in my mind. Reminded me of one of the leading enemies at school. Thought I'd got rid of 'em, but it seems they were just biding their time. I really don't want to go back to the unit this time. Six months was enough in there. If it happens tonight, I will cry, as much as I don't want anyone to know, or see. Its ... a weird feeling though. Fucking scary at times, feeling vulnerable in your own home, own place of sanctuary, somewhere where nobody else can invade unless you invite them to. Its also difficult to keep a journal or something like this. My other personal diary I had at school was read, I've never kept a personal diary since. Never wanted to, for fear it will fall into the wrong hands, or someone will find it. Boarding school was insane for that, a lot of bitchiness around, but see, the different thing was, unlike day school where YOU CAN ESCAPE, we couldn't. We lived there, all the time. Couldn't run away because it was out in the middle of nowhere. It took away the naivety and it made me into a stronger, more independent person, except when I had to sacrifice normalcy and peace of mind to escape. There was no other way, you see. You couldn't allow yourself be outmanned by one comment. But over an entire years comments or turnarounds from people who you thought were friends because they believed a meaningless rumour from a paranoid person, maybe... maybe..
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