"There are three types of bones: a)wish bones b) jaw bones c) back bones. Wish bones dream of doing things; jaw bones talk about doing things; and back bones actually accomplish things. Be a back bone, as the future belongs to those who dare."

About 6:40 on my way home from work I saw a dog along walking up the sidewalk. I was coming down MLK, about a block away from the intersection at Lamar. The dog looked to be a german shepard (or a similar breed, I'm bad with dogs!) It had a collar on and one of it's tags was red (only thing I could see) It was casually walking up the sidewalk(away from Lamar), but I didn't see a human near it so I assume that he or she ran away from its owner.


Hopefully the dog's owner was nearby or someone here will find it!

Tags: dogs

I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some come from behind. But I've bought a big bat. I'm all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me!
-- Dr. Seuss

Dear RL,

 I'm sorry that you're not assertive and that you're a jerk at the same time. You're a typical jock and boy and you would think that they make moves but I guess you're insecure. This is really mean but I guess that's why I'm just writing it here. But what I will tell you is to stop making things so damn awkward. If anything, I'm the one that should be feeling awkward, not you. And since you see that I'm being nice to you even though you're a jerk you should probably do the same back. K thanks.

From,
 The girl you're gonna wish that you held on to






Dear AB,
 You suck. I'm still pissed that you ruined something so great. You were my best friend and you didn't give a shit about me. I wouldn't think that you would have done that to me. I thought I was different. Guess I thought wrong. You wasted my time for 3 years and made me feel like shit most of that time. Thanks for showing me that I can't trust anyone.

From,
 The girl you're gonna regret doing something that horrible to

Current Location: Home
Current Mood: apathetic
Current Music: Snow Patrol

Current writing theme: Demon Hunter-The Tide Began to Rise


Warning: This chapter has not seen a beta read yet

Title: TOUCHED

Summary: Leah has always known she was different, it was hard not too when you see things that people normally don't. Not to mention, her family has a knack for disappearing...and ending up in the crazy house. When her mother disappeared from her locked bedroom on her ninth birthday, Leah knew whoever was after them meant business. After almost nine years of keeping her head down, one new student threatens her silence.

TOUCHED-12Down the Rabbit Hole

This was it.

This was the moment I’ve been waiting for since I was nine years old. A chance to get the answers to the questions that had haunted me night and day for more than half my life.

The moment that I had prepared for, had agonized over and had nightmares of.

Finally, almost to the day, I came face to face with someone that could answer all of my questions. And then some.

So I planted my feet, looked him in the eye…

…and hit him square in the face with everything I’ve got. And everything I've got was considerable.

Current Mood: busy

sex, drugs and rock and roll

Hey Asshole.
Back the Fuck off. And Make up your goddamn mind.
Fucker.

Dear Self,

Don't worry. Things will get better. They always do.
You're past the part where things get worse,
so now they can only get better, right?
So we hope.
Just gotta keep your head outta the clouds,
and don't let him cloud your judgment or get
in the way of school or anything else that's important.
Keep your head up & a smile on your face and we'll
be ready to face this big bad world together.

Current Mood: thankful

Dear K --

I'm frustrated. With you, with us, with everything it feels like. And I can't tell you why exactly. It hasn't even been a month yet, and I can already feel that something has changed. Something changed that weekend you went off to visit school because when you came back, you were distant. Still are at times. I tried to shrug it off and told myself that it was just because you were really busy with school and work, and you were just getting over a nasty cold that kept you home for a week.

But now, I don't know...now it's other things that are bugging me. I'm frustrated still. I'm frustrated because at times, though you may not realize you're doing it, the way you word things makes me feel like an inconvenience to you. I'm working so incredibly hard to earn your trust because I know that those girls have broken your heart and treated with so little disrespect. But...I feel like we've taken two steps forward and ten steps back. You're holding me at an arm's length and when I want to be there for you, you won't let me. Like when I tell you that I care about you, you don't believe it. Yet, you're so sure that you've won my heart? Or are you trying to convince yourself that you've done so?

Just please, crack the door a little more for me...enough so I can at least get my hand through. That way, I can be there to hold your hand for all the rough times, the hard times, or just when you need someone there.

Despite all that, I can tell you this -- all joking aside, you have won my heart...a long time ago. Like you said. And along with my heart, you've won my affection. I can't wait to talk to you after a long day at school, or hear your voice, or be woken up by your daily morning texts before 6AM. xD I know you care, because you've told me...and the way that you react to things I sometimes say. But sometimes, we all need to be reminded. No matter how sure we are. It's good to hear that someone loves & care about you. So I'm gonna stick this one out & just...be there for you. 

I love you.
-- C
♥ ♥ ♥

Current Mood: frustrated

Dear C,

We aren't good for each other, you and I. You have dragged me through the depths of your addictions, deeper and deeper into Hell until I can no longer see the sun. I would say I fought you, kicking and screaming, tooth and nail, but you and I both know that's a lie, don't we my darling? For I walked beside you the whole way, turned back occasionally to gaze fondly at what I was leaving behind (my sanity, my independence, my life), and then, shyly, grasped your hand and continued on. I love you. I hate you for doing this to me, making me feel like I can't breathe without you.

It all started about a year ago... do you remember that day? It is embedded into my mind like a cigarette burn. You were playing an acoustic guitar, the sun blazing off your hair like fireworks, not a care in the world. Naive as I was then, I didn't know that my life would end that day. You were Charon, and I stepped williingly into the ferry, not knowing just how far into the depths of Hades I would go. Friends first... isn't that how it always works my love? We grew closer as the chill of winter blew our noses raw and our fingers numb. I began to love you then, I think. Yes... winter was when I first got lost in the depths of your eyes. In March, we kissed for the first time. I could taste the whiskey and the tobacco on your breath. I didn't mind, I gave in, surrendered to your embrace. You confessed your feelings, made bold by the alcohol, and I confessed mine.

Alcoholic, loner, emotionally unstable, I didn't care about any of that, darling. I wanted you, and you wanted me. The snow began to melt... slowly, as if it knew what was instore for us. You got lost in the depths of your addiction, as I in vain tried to save you from the demons and the inky blackness of your own mind. I would have died without you. I knew that. I sobbed in the parking lot as you begged me to save you. I screamed out my anguish in the darkness night after night. I talked to you on the phone for hours, both of us crying as I tried to talk you out of loading the gun and putting it to your head. I hit rock bottom along with you, always by your side. I broke bones in the fall, my love.

Me by your side, we came out stronger. You got sober, put down the poison, and I tried to heal as best I could. But the bones grew together wrong... they aren't as strong as they once were. Fragile... i'm fragile, darling. I love you, and that scares me. It keeps me up at night, it makes me physically sick. I know you aren't good for each other, but i'm too involved now. I'm in too deep. You shattered my heart, and I want you to be the one to make me whole again. I want you to pick up the pieces, hold me in your arms, say its going to be alright. You love me, and I love you. I said I would wait for you to get your feet underneath you again, and I will. I will wait for an eternity, if that's what it takes. You call me unique, unlike any girl you've ever met, you say you've never felt this way about anyone before, and I parrot that back to you, but I mean it. I mean every word I say about you. I say i'm fine being friends, but its killing me. I dream about you, your hot breath on my neck, your lips on mine, my body molding into yours as we embrace, fitting perfectly... the last piece in a twisted jigsaw puzzle. Tell me how I'm supposed to act. How do I mask the pain? How do I pretend everything is fine, that I am alright with this? I will wait, because you need me too. I will wait and hope that someday this hurt will be worth it... that one day you will be mine, because I'm already yours.

Love,
S