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Hey all. Not much happening here.

I'm pretty out of it. I don't want to seem depressed; I'm really not. I just want this week to be over. I'm really not looking forward to it. But at least I'll get to see Susan and my friends. That'll do me a lot of good.

I haven't done hardly anything today. I've been too out of it. I've just written and played video games. I'm working on a new story. Maybe I'll be able to finish it tomorrow. I won't be able to do much else tomorrow. I'll be lost in my own head. I'm so not looking forward to Tuesday. I know, I've been through it all before; three times. But still, I'm not looking forward to it. But I'm also pretty sure I'll be just fine. I'm just trying to keep my mind occupied right now...

I can't wait till I can see Sus again tomorrow. The weekends been okay, but I just really wanna hold her. And I just wanna see her and tell her I love her. That'll help calm me down. She can always cheer me up.

Heh, wrote several poems today... varying topics.
I've started to write a lot more Satanic verses... I'm not sure why.

Here's one...

Satanic Impact
Forsake the melting mountains
The forbidden void of winter's veil
The permafrost protected
By the satanic verses

Prevent the cold flames
From diminishing in the sunlight
The perversion of the crucifix
Is curtained by the time

The human sacrifices stand
In front of the Goat's horns
The partial fear of God and the demons
Is tainted in the satanic rhymes

Pure black energy sprouts
Through the inner self of man
Only the Dark Followers seek
The victory of satanic impact

I dunno... Maybe I should stop writing. I'm always scared that I'll scare or upset the people I care about with my writing...

I write happy stuff too, but not as often. Mostly stuff about love, like this one...

Petals of a Black Rose
I have seen ruins of a broken heart,
decaying dreams of happiness,
and have become a slave to torment,
until the beauty of a thousand petals
fallen from a black rose were seen shining through the clouds,
holding a breath and a scent that longed to speak through silence.
Holding within it a secret only to be spoken between two hearts.

Eh, not much else to say.

If you like, feel free to leave a comment. I like comments. I'd like to think people read these... Oh well, at least it helps me organize my thoughts. Later all. Love you.
Love ya, Sus.

Tunality...
AFI - God Called in Sick Today