First day of November

Migraines are getting worse. Dealing with school issues is no picnic. I have been working hard in my classes and  yet my professors don't seem to be satisfied. One keeps on saying to dig deeper into the topic. If I dig any deeper I won't have much to write. Another issue is reporters, they are all the same. Rude, obnoxious and egotistical. There is no professionalism when it comes to them.

It has been one issue after the other as I come closer to graduating. It was as if I was not meant to leave. I think I need to leave before it sucks me in and leaves me here to wither and die in this vast desert. There is nothing left for me here, and I must go.

To be honest, I have nothing for me on the outside. There is no future for me outside of school. I thought I could make a difference but there is nothing I could do. There is no hope...

It's only Wednesday

One super power I wish I could have is the control of time. I could be able to either speed up or slow down time for my benefit. Alas my wish cannot be so. I must subject myself to time....

School bound and saps the energy that allows me to feel free. I must break away.

I'm just writing this to relieve a lot of pent up stress that I have right now. I am to finish up a project for my victorian lit class. He gave us a month to finish it, but I was swamped with other classes. I don't have much time for any other class. So now that I'm procrastinating on this project, I'm feeling stressed. Don't know when I will have time to really write this semester. Until it's all over, that is the only time I can write. But all these classes have been helping me to improve in writing. Which is a good thing. I'm exciting that once I'm done I can travel around. Check out my old hunting grounds, so they say, and just relax and look for a job. It took me a while to finish school, but in a way it is freeing to know I can do what I want to do.

No one can hold me down. No one can tell me what to do or what I can't do. I felt so restrained from living life that I am just going insane. This is the life I have lived for so long, but I just have two more months till it's all over. I just need to survive and write. Writing is my passion and I hope that one day I will be able to publish the ideas that run through my head.

I question if I am a good writer, or if I have any talent in it. With reading comes the art. I have to say that writing a book is a true art. Those who are well published know how to relay a message in those book to their audience. Each has a hidden message, each can either free you or destroy you. That is if you choose to look deep inside yourself to apply those ideas and themes. I just needed to write this out, in order to clear my mind for this annoying project.

Ideas

I'm completely out of ideas for everything. My computer Died, so now I can't write anymore. I had all my stories on my other computer, but now I am trapped. I wished to have pubished a book by the end of this summer, or earlier. Well if you have any ideas... Help me out.

Forever Never Last

Looking out into the ocean, I see our memories. The memories we created together as children to adults. We had always been together, never really letting each other go. Those feelings that I had for you as a child, still continues to lie in my heart. Over the years, those feelings developed stronger than love. It became something that no one could erase. Nothing could tear you from my heart.

But life had other plans. I feel alone now. Why did you have to leave? My heart continues to throb with each waking moment. It cries every moment that you are not by my side. Is this how I am supposed to live? Wanting to hear your voice? Wanting you to proclaim your love for me? Wanting to feel your breath against my cheeks? Wanting to know what you were thinking? Want to feel your skin against mine?

I miss how you used to wrap your arms around me, holding me on with your dear life. We would talk as the days turned to nights. We kissed as if it were our last kiss. We never wanted to let go of each other. To remember those days used to be happiness, but now it has been a pain in my heart.

Once cherishing those days that we spent hand in hand, those times that we spent looking into each others soul, it was a cruel joke that fate played. It was nothing but cruel intentions that they had played. For that I had cursed every waking moment that I remembered from our cherished days. Fate has taken my beloved. Having nothing left except this tormented soul, I ask fate why I must be alone. Alas! my decision to respond to their cruel desires led me to wanting to die in this barren wasteland. All the things that this land used to stand for, is nothing but a graveyard awaiting my body.

I yell towards the heavens, asking them to hear my plea. As my strength is exhausted I fall upon the ground, facing the heavens asking them why? I close my eyes towards the heavens feeling abandoned. Drops of water start to fall upon my skin. Cold droplets pierce my skin, telling me that they too felt my pain. Felling comforted, my strength completely leaves me, knowing that someone understood my pain. Eternal sleep finally comes over my body, knowing that I will be able to see my beloved again.

End