Welcome To The Bloody Parade...

So I'm here talking about nothing and everything at once. Figuring that if I can just say it and get it off my chest then my soul and mind will not be so heavy laden with guilt. Alas...I have a feeling I won't be able to attain this bliss. I'm going to continue listening to my new favorite song "Falling Inside The Black" by Skillet. It's a good song. I will admit it's a little emo but I like it so shut up. Sorry I'm being an ass. And the was I was speaking earlier is just a type I fall into when I'm writing sometimes. So just excuse me for that. I honestly don't have a lot to talk about. I want to see Suketsu's kids. I haven't seen them in a long time and I really want to know what has gone down to make Ryuu sound so grievous. Or maybe I'm just imaging his pain, but I'm pretty sure there is something wrong. Also, to remind myself I'll write it here, I have to get so many birthday presents for the people with upcoming birthdays. And the new ones that are coming. I hope the wolves return soon and in good health. I want to see the Brothers. I want to see everyone. I've been holing myself up in The Counselors office (his house) for a while now and he looks at me with concern. When I'm not with him I'm with Fange' and Sy helping them with what I can. Speaking of him he's doing well last I checked and should be coming home soon. Gods I hate the Italian doctors right now. They know nothing! D.C knows more than they do and she's barely almost seven. *sighs* But whatever they will get replaced soon enough. You know how vamps can't get sick from human diseases or sicknesses? Well apparently they aren't immune to the illnesses of the Mist. Four civilian vamps I know have come down with flu and fever after reportedly talking to someone of the Mist. The three I do know, know nothing of this sickness and are almost fearful of it. And whatever makes Mist afraid makes me outrageously nervous and scared for my life. But they don't seem that worried just a little like it might circulate their house and get the l****e k**'* sick. So yeah. Oh my mom is totally enthralled in the BDB right now.. of course so am I but she's a n00b she doesn't know anything yet, but she's almost done with the first book. I started the fifth today but I was already on page fifteen cause I actually started the day we got it (Sept. 25) so yeah... but I'll post more about that later (I'm going to come talk to you V..I have a...some questions ^_^) Alright I'm done. Peace easy fo' sheezy.

TWMA,
Sacred Secret

P.S: When I don't get that maternal fix my heart feels like it's breaking and my mind says I'm losing my purpose. I know its not true and I'll keep on living but I surround myself with children each day to stave off that horrid feeling. It's like a drug I can't get rid of because I'm afraid of the pain...Sometimes...I am so pathetic...

Hey Peeps

I'm not posting about much, just sayin' Yo. 'Cause I'm tired and I gotta study for french class still. My weekend was good. Fange' and me walked down to the marina and back (well we took the bus half way back) And truly it was some of the Voices so yeah. I'm going to start giving them credit where credit is due. So I'm gonna get. Tell me how your weekend was everyone! I hope your monday is just as good as my Saturday!!! Peace

Stayin Above The Water,
Sacred Secret

Thinking About Tomorrow...

Hey everyone. Sorry I haven't posted in forever. For some reason I thought that if I just kept checking my own blog something new would pop up and tell me something about myself. The Counselor corrected my foolishness, and so here I am posting. Ever since school started I've been really tired and my knee has been jacked up and shite. Well, I'm tired and my mom wants to give me a friggin' horse pill for the pain in my knee. And I don't want to stop because I haven't posted in so long but I can't focus...and I haven't written anything in forever except for the stuff on my laptop and I can't transfer that to here. Maybe I can find a picture for you. There that one's cool right? It reminds me of Yukiko, because of the bright green eyes. Her eyes are so pretty, and her son's are almost the same color. Want another? This one reminds me of....guess! You'll never guess never mind. But it reminds me of Rehmidy. I don't know why, but it does. I've been talking to her a lot lately...she makes me sad, but she also makes me appreciate my life and the people around me. She's been very sickly ever since....well if you don't know then shame on you. And recently she's taken a liking to coming here for about two classes everyday, and then she leaves and Fherosity carries her around until she falls asleep in his arms. He is very worried about her and she refuses to see anyone, medically I mean, about it. Fherosity won't push her on it because he loves her so, and I think he's worried about her health as much as her brother was...no as much as her brother is. I'm very sure that he is watching her, however disapproving his gaze maybe. But all of us know how much he loves her and I think his passing is taking it's toll. Not that it didn't directly the day of but now...*Sigh* I'm going to stop, and go check on her and get to work because despite my sleepiness I still have work to do. Yawn yawn. Goodnight everyone. Sorry again for not posting sooner.

Waiting On The World To Change,

Sacred Secret

P.S: When I'm around people who think little of them self, it makes me think that I am even worse off than they are. Even if there's nothing truly wrong....do you understand?

School Starts in 16 hours

Oh my god. I'm tired and bored and I don't have a lot to say. School starts tomorrow I have to catch the bus at the top of the hill at seven. I hope I'm not late on the first day....picture day is Friday I think so I have to get meh hair done. The Voices lives are going smoothly for the most part. I'll update you all on that later maybe. Right now I want to write about something. It's a story ideal that is quickly unraveling. Here's my idea:

A little boy, about the age of six is standing at his front screen door in the middle of a terrible lightning storm. His mother is out at work and he is waiting for her patiently to return. Eventually he goes to bed without her and hopes in the morning she will have come home. But when he wakes, his mother is no where to be found. Days go by and the boy sees a car crash on the news, and a picture of his mother beside it. Unable to read and not quite comprehending the announcers words he figures she had something to do with the accident. The little boy is undiscovered for three years, living of the money and food that was left, the continuing checks that are sent to the house from welfare, child support and some other government branches. One day the boy is discovered by a neighboring cocaine addict and is sold for money. The rest of the story is how the little boy survives, from his point of view, and his travels. There's more but if I write this I don't want to spoil the ending for you.


So what do you think? I might write it and I might not. Sounds kind of weird to me. I'm supposed to be editing and updating A Touch Of Poison, but I'm burnt out. Maybe later....Anywayz check you out in a quick minute peace.

TWMA,
Sacred Secret

P.S: Yes, actually, I am scared to start school tomorrow.