The little girl knew she was different. Something would happen, and her friends would be of mixed feelings, forming different opinions. She would be left alone in the neutral plane, understanding each individual's stance perfectly, but perpetually unable to choose a side. She had no opinion, and could not explain why.
Mornings are great are they not?
It's the last day in December and I'm sitting here wondering what next year will bring to me. I am really hoping it will be good and even better than this year was. 2007, I have to admit was a good year for me. I found love, the kind of love I have been waiting for me. I found so much in just one person this year, and it's still so amazing to me.
Hello, I am still alive, to some people's dismay I am sure...LOL.
I have been moving and my grandpa just died so things are getting harder. Christmas this year is going to be the worst due to financial difficulties and I am at a loss...
I'm standing in a field,
once lush and green and grand.
The ground is scarred a deep coal black,
the trees are darkened posts,
and as I watch mine enemy,
the world becomes a ghost.
mine old enemy, Spite,
has made his rounds today,
my world has been destroyed.
And as I watch he turns to me,
a grin across his face,
he's happy with his work, for now,
but promises return,
How can some people make me feel so good and others make me feel so awful? Those who I felt I was closest to keep hurting me over and over again...They don't even get it...its just little things and I keep telling myself that, but they matter.
Maybe my story won't be the most revolutionary, but I feel that the truth is a start.
