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Hi everyone,
I'm sitting here typing with my hair up in a bun, with a fire and ice rose in the bun, and I'm feeling very elegant. Problem is, I have to take it out soon...
Well, I got online feeling hyper, now I'm literally crying. I'm not sad, I just found the blog of an Indian woman:
http://poornimavijayan.blogspot.com/
You have to go to it. She's a short story writer and she is truly amazing. I really can't say anything more just go to the blog and read a little...if you are emotional you'll probably cry too. She wrote this, and it describes my feelings exactly.

"I have always written things which I have never given to people to read. Yes, I take very badly to criticism. Which by itself might prove that I am not a very good person at writing. I don’t know. And I don’t really want to. Writing offers me the escape that I need. I let my characters do things I cannot. And I sometimes make characters of the things I have done."

Yeah I wish I could take credit for this one, but it was a comment on one of her posts:

Have you ever . . . ........Have you ever been lost in the mist?Have you ever found temptation so hard to resist? Have you ever tried to cry, but your tears don't seem to bare?Have you ever wondered why life is never fair? Have you ever loved so much you thought you would die?Have you ever questioned the reasons why? When words don't seem to matter anymoreAnd a heart is nothing but an open door When you let someone in, only for them to walk right outWas that your fault? Is that what love is about? Why are decisions sometimes so hard to make?Why is a heart so easy to break? Sometimes I think that love is just a lieBecause you learn the truth as time passes by Heaven is merely a footstep awayDo you live for the future, do you love for the day Do you prey for the moment or the road ahead?Do you lye in misery all alone in your bed? Loneliness is sometimes better to keepTo avoid the world before you fall too deep I often want to give up this fightIt doesn't change my fears, I fear both day and night To be broken like a window, shattered like glass, to let in the rainI can't bare the cost I won't take that pain So i'll walk away and think of nothing but sorrowAnd hope my days are brighter, i'll look forward to tomorrow Have you ever . . . ........

I'll stop now and get onto other things. I'm a struggling writer. Some of you may not have known that, but my two worst faults are: Procrastination and not accepting criticism. I'm working on it though, slowly but surely. I'm also trying to write a little bit every day. Would you guys want me to post stuff that I write? And if I do I want criticism. And be honest, got it?
Well, I was gonna tell you all about colleges and stuff, but I spent so much time online looking at other peoples' blogs etc., that I'm dead tired now and I'm going to bed. Anything I write now wouldn't be interesting.
So, more tomorrow...I'm gonna procrastinate and put it off till my mom's co-op board meeting, then I'll try for a really long post if I have time!
Bye now!
Namarie
~Verya
And I wanted to put a pic on of a fire and ice rose but now it won't work...go figure...so I'll try again tomorrow.
One day, 22 hours and 49 minutes!!!