To whom it may concern

At 17, you are already a sorry excuse for a man. I have no respect for you, and at this point, the world never will. In no way is it acceptable to make her cry, cheat on her, or control her life. You are a shovenistic ass. You have created a negative effect on her life, which in turn has created a negative effect on my family member's lives. The stress and arguments that my familiy has endured because of you are extensive. You are disgusting. Do you know how heartbreaking it is to hear her cry every night, knowing that there is nothing I can do to help? All I can think about is how horrified I am at how long this failure has gone on. I want to scream at you, but I'm classier than that. I want to cry, but enough tears have already been shed. You are a monster that toys with her emotions. My sister is a strong girl, but you drag her down to depths that are not even imaginable. I love my sister, and I'm going to do anything that it takes to make her happy again, for good. You are a disgrace to all men. Stop trying to control her. Stop guilting her into feeling sorry for you. Stay away from her. Stay away from my family. You are not welcome here anymore.

D&D Characters

So, I was never really into fantasy games, but the people who live with me in my house play Dungeons and Dragons. Therefore, we decided that I should create a character and join the game.

My character's name is K'nala. She is a Catperson (Halfling). Her job is a librarian. I can't quite remember her stats and her personality, so I'll have to list those later.

She needs two friends based on her charisma level. I've decided that I want them both to be male, since that's what I'm partial to, lol. I want one to be human, and the other to maybe be an elf. I'm not quite sure yet. I need to check all the different levels and stats, so I might have to wait till we get back to school to actually start on my creations.

So that's that.

Today, I cried

Today, I cried again.
How could I have been so dumb to think that I was over it?
Yesterday I felt that I could do anything.
Today, I am vulnerable and lost.

My mind says move, my heart says stop.
I can't read the signs.
I'm confused, and need clarity.
The world and it's God are against me, that's all I feel.

I can't move on. I can't look at you. I can't stop thinking about you.
Comparing. Judging. Standardizing.
Today, I talked to you.
Today, I cried again.

Faint

You're dizzy, you're nauseous.
Life gets fuzzy, like a 1920's picture.

Lean over, close your eyes.
Wake up, the ceiling is in view.

How did you get there?
The floor is a cool paradise.

Cold sweat sits on your face.
Fear and embarrassment rush through you.

Pain swells your head and tongue.
Don't get up, you're faint.

Creative frustration

I get these urges to write, or be creative. But I never know what to write, or write about. It's very frustrating. How do I know what to write?