To Start With...

I've always wanted to be heard. It's one thing that is important to me. I used to sit my friends and family down for my latest poem or short storie. But it got old, no one wants to listen to me anymore. Heck, I hardly don't want to listen to myself. The lack of appritiation led to less stories, less poems. Now I hardly write. So, about two years ago, I started this blog. I missed the year 2009, I must have been doing something important, ha, yea right. I believe a few have read my blog, but I really don't feel that many have. I don't write for the purpose of someone else reading, I really do have something to say. I guess just someone reading it is a plus, a comfort-in a silly way. So, here I am. With really nothing interesting to say. I'm sure something will-hey, did you hold a 110lb person you would have to use 4,000 helium balloons. I've always thought that was kinda interesting.

VictemOfSuicide VictemOfSuicide
18-21, F
1 Response Mar 3, 2010

Ok, i'll go now..soon