Came home
I originally came home tonight with writing on my mind, but now my mind is racing and I can't get a complete thought out without wanting to switch to something else. I didn't have a particular idea in mind to write about; I just knew I hadn't written in awhile. So I decided maybe a blog post was in order.
I write on here because I don't know any of you in real life. I can complain about anything I want to without people who know me in person getting offended. Sure, I've tried sharing my work with people that I know... and that's why I came here. People I know just want to tell me that they like my work. They give me criticism very rarely. This is why creepypasta is so important to me. I want honesty. I don't want to be told my work…
been awhile
I haven't written anything in months. I kind of just gave up. I didn't even write anything when my boyfriend and I got into a huge fight like I normally do. I didn't write anything... not a facebook status even. There is something wrong with me. There has to be. What kind of a person can't write when they're pissed off? One who can't write very well, anyway.
My kids
I have three kids. A daughter who is almost nine, a son who just turned seven and a son who is almost six. My daughter doesn't live with me due to reasons that are unimportant... but I do get to see her all the time.
This blog entry is about the boys. More specifically about the older one. I will refer to him as J and his little brother as S.
J started kindergarten last school year and is in first grade this year. Last year, he started the year being pretty bad but as the year went on he got progressively better. I like to think it had to do with his teacher. He loved her and so does S (S has her this year). This last August when J started first grade he started kind of bad but not too bad and has just gotten progressively worse and…
Lately I haven't been sleeping
Lately, I haven't been sleeping at night. For some reason when I sleep at night, I have nightmares. So every day after I put my kids on the school bus, I lay down and I go to sleep. The day sleep is usually pretty dreamless. But my last nightmare was unnerving. I'm used to nightmares but not that much about children. Let me explain:
I woke up in the dream to a baby laying in the bed next to me, it had on nothing but a diaper. It was sweltering. The baby was bright pink from screaming. I knew the baby was mine, so I picked it (no idea what the gender was) up and took it into the bathroom and ran some water... then splashed water on it. Trying to cool it down. But it didn't work and the baby kept screaming and screaming and it g…
Time
I spend a lot of time on this site... reading and now responding to pastas. I've been slowly building up ideas in my head and I think the Writer's Worshop forum is awesome. I've actually started reading/editing more of those than the pastas on the main site for now. I like to help people. It's in my nature.
So far, the majority of the people that I have spoken to on this site have been awesome and I do so enjoy a lot of the comments sections. But it does make me wonder how many people are here that don't write pastas? Is that a requirement to be on the site or not? (I don't really need an answer to this)
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Earlier today, I was watching a video on Youtube that involved a prank that this guy played on some other guy. The guy had ta…