2. Is there any particular author that you see as inspiration in writing?
I've been inspired by many authors, some famous like Poe, Lovecraft, Frost, and the modern writers across genres from Dean Koontz and Stephen King to James Patterson, Anne Rice (Horror only), and John Soul. Also, the soon to be famous, Matt Konopka, Allan Scott, Jaye Marshall, Raven DeLajour (who inspired me to write "Seduced By Evil" through her cryptic poetry) and I know I'm leaving out several more. The truth is that all good writing inspires me to strive to do better.
Ya that's me miss Raven DeLajour. Apparently this was posted about a month ago and I missed it. It feels good to inspire others...kind of weird at the same time.
Kind of, I don't really like today already. Cat still isn't back...it's not Monday even. Monday I'm going to pick up Rain so we can hang out for three days until I drop her off on Wednesday. I hate bringing her back home. Oh well. I'll just download music and write to distract myself. Oh yeah and my mom bought me paint for my bedroom. It's a pretty shamrock green. Kind of like Ireland green. I love green. Then I'll get a lot of cool posters and put them up along with the ones I have now. I'm happy for that at least.
"The family" wants to suddenly talk about past issues that have tormented most of them. I already went through a year of therapy for the abuse I underwent but if they want to talk about the issue then they can go ahead. I already dealt with it and I'm at peace with me. I look toward the future, not the past. I won't pretend that "the family" will ever be magically okay again either. I know it never will and honestly I would not like it. I don't trust a lot of them because I can't and never will be able to after what happened. They can do as they wish. I'm staying out of it. They want to confront the cousin that did this stuff but I don't think it will help at all. I have a very bad feeling from this. So I won't involve myself. No way.
I was expecting this, though. No surprise for me.
Okay so I promise I'll start writing about shit that matters on here. I'm starting to get tired of stupid crap.
My cat has been missing for a couple of days and it's not normal of her to do that. It sucks and it's got me all worried and upset. I feel anxious and just crappy.
I need to relax. Maybe I'll go to the cemetary today or tomorrow. I'll see.
Yesterday was fun, I went to see As I Lay Dying with my friend Randall. He's really sweet and he bought me a shirt of AILD. They were really awesome and August Burns Red was awesome too. Apparently they're both Christian but I don't give a shit cuz they're really good and I like what I hear so I'll listen. Besides most of these people who I admire creatively most likely have a religion or believe in God. It doesn't faze me.
I just don't feel too good...I know I'll get better eventually but I don't know. I'm weird, sometimes I get bad feelings and I get worried something really bad will happen and sometimes yeah it does happen. I'm just paranoid.
I'm not even eating anything at all really. I'm trying to eat...but my apetite has gone. I need new pants, I keep losing weight. And new shirts. I'm shrinking. I guess it's a good thing.
"Pull the trigger, bitch" I'm listening to Suicide Silence too much. I wish I could see them with Job For A Cowboy and Bring Me The Horizon. That'd be so amazing. And sexy.
I need to get some food.
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