#journal

This is my first entry, and I have no idea how to start this. I just figured that I should leave my thoughts and feelings open to the universe; maybe something good will come out of it. I don't know why a stranger would be interested in an anonymous but candid glimpse into the life…

When I was really writing and filling up Composition notebooks (That I have since thrown away, because I'm stupid) music and some TV shows were what would spark the Creativity within. Songs to this day still speak to me and I will hear something from  during those times and be transported back to...

So I decided to pay to keep this. Now though how much will I actually write is the question. I don't know if I ever said back in the Beginning about thisisbyus.com, a site that I Frequented a lot years ago. Heck there are a few people from there that I'm still friends with on…

I truly am Boring, yet right now I am sitting here and typing away while listening to music. Wondering just what it is that my demon are doing. They have been silent for so long and the longer it goes the more I wonder if they have left me altogether. The thing is that seems…

#TOTW85 - If I Could Relive One Event In My Life It Would Be: The day I was Bitten By Midges. It was Saturday morning and I was free to do whatever I wanted. I was at the point in my life where I just had myself to love and few bottles of my favorite…

​Training​ Nov. 26th, 2006 Later that night is when my training really began. I was taken to their Dungeon where Fangs chained me up and preceded to “teach” me, it was also a training lesson for Kalia. I will skip the details as they are only for my memories; I refuse to let this turn…

Letters across a page, flowing from my fingers in a never ending stream of consciousness. As time goes by they never leave me alone, I used to call them My Demons. Always Howling deep withing looking for any weakness to latch onto. I would pour forth any and all pain be it real of imaginary…

Well I was hoping that I would write more but yeah didn't happen. Words just are not flowing like they used to I guess. When I was in my early 20's it was easy to just sit and write. Pour out all of the things that were in my head. Talk about all my demons…

Last weekend before Xmas and two 4 day work weeks. I am amazed that this strange crap fest of a year is almost over. For the longest time it seemed as if it would never end yet here it is. Bright spot though is my younger son finally has a Job after almost 2 years…

Just flipped open the cover and decided, "hey, this entry to the entire journal should be worth putting on here!". So, this will be chronologically out of order. I will try my best to avoid this as much as possible, but it will happen from time to time. Here we go! No commentary on this…