And you only live forever in the lights you make.
When we were young we used to say,
That you only hear the music when your heart begins to break.
Now we are the kids from yesterday.
(The Kids from Yesterday, My Chemical Romance)
Um, I really don’t know how to start this off. I guess I should say just a little about myself before I get to the writing stuff. You probably don’t care, but oh well.
Don’t wanna hear your sad songs.
I don’t wanna feel your pain.
When you swear it’s all my fault, ‘cause we’re not the same.
We’re not the same.
Oh we’re not the same.
Yeah the friends who stuck together,
We wrote our names in blood.
But I guess you can’t accept that the change is good.
Description of Stories
To Combine Creativeness and Love: Well I started this when I was thinking of an old thing I wrote about me writing a story and having a certain Seaweed Brain drawing pictures for my story. Since I thought it was such an amazing idea, I decided to turn it into a Percabeth story. It starts in the beginning of September. Annabeth is a writer living in a small apartment, who is getting a bachelor degree in December. She is writing her own story, and has this OCD thing about painting a picture summarizing her whole chapter. Annabeth had an artist, who quit when she rejected his love… well more like his lust for her. Now that her best friend Thalia had mentioned her cousin, Percy, who is a single, love-quiet newly 21 year old man that has a skill with a pencil and a paintbrush. He got the job, but now, how is Annabeth supposed to move in and work with this annoying, stupid, oblivious, super-hot and attractive guy for 30 chapters? Status: nooooope
Well I’m wide awake
Unwilling to take advice from anybody else
I’ve already lost everything that’s ever made any kind of sense
And I’m so proud of what I made
On top of the world and not afraid to see the end.
(Maybe We’ll Make It After All, Stages & Stereos)
I guess I can say that I fake smile and laughter every day, because crying seems weak. And I really only go weak when I’m alone. I could tell all about my past, but really you will never get what I’ve been through. The reason I write and read is because I like to imagine myself in another world, somewhere far away from my problems. And writing is like breathing to me. The world can’t be perfect, but it takes me away from the problems I have in this crappy town, in my crappy life. That’s why I love it so much.
So have a good day. Bye
try not to mistake what you have with what you hate
(C'mon, Panic! At the Disco feat. Fun.)