A personal vowI have a lot to work on, to put it simply. Not just writings, but with myself. I need to be able to accept my shortcomings. Life has too many of them to think that they're the end of the world. They're human nature, but one can live with them. I see life as something I have to cherish always. Time I spend sad is time wasted. I fear I'll never be able to get the most of life, so I just accept being down in the dumps. It feels... easier.
But then I miss out. I miss out on writing, on friends, on all the other things that make me happy. That's why I'm making a vow: I am going to enjoy what I have. No expectations beyond that. I just want to reach the end of my life and have my good memories outweigh the bad. That's all I seek, and I know I'm not alone in my search. Until my time comes, I will uphold that vow, and if I do stray from it, I'll remember all the loving people in my life. I know they, including you all here on DA, won't let me forget my vow.
A Well-Earned Thank You When I was younger, I never imagined my life would be so full of change.
Unfortunately for younger me, life is uncertain, surprising, and very strange.
Maybe I should be saying fortunately, because now I see that some change isn't bad.
You're a perfect example, and when I think about what you've changed, I feel very glad.
I still remember begging you for cotton candy and throwing a fit when you told me no.
Sometimes I wonder if you saw that first meeting as the start of troubles and woe.
Back then, I didn't appreciate the fact that you walked into something completely new
Simply out of love for Mom, but now I see that risk and think it says a lot about you.
You never tried to replace Dad, nor did you ever expect us kids to treat you like one.
You've simply been you, all the while doing something I didn't think could be done.
By that, I mean you've taken someone who sees themselves as a complete mess
And show them that they are capable of so much more
“Authorities are still without any leads in the recent string of apparent homicides.“ The radio crackled out as the rain poured outside. “A reminder for everyone the bodies were found poisoned near their garden hose which someone had cut open. Police believe this may be a serial killer named PrInT given they appear to have a signature.
There were papers scattered around the bodies covered in handprints. Every time the handprints have been found to belong to the victims, and were done in their own blood. It is unclear at this time if the killer forces his victims to make those prints or does it himself postmortem. If you see anyone acting suspicious contact your local authorities imediately.”
The broadcast continues on with local stories, nothing near as interesting as the murders though. Rosswood park was no stranger to the strange, the internet sensation Marble Hornets had been recorded here and ever since there was an air of leathality in the park itself. Most