Share the Ube.

Wow, it's been so long since I last wrote something on here! Gosh, I miss it. But I'll be honest, this isn't the first time since my last post that I've tried to type up something. It's hard to crank out a post worth reading when there are too many things going through a mind like mine. I've attempted again and again, but for reasons only known to me, I haven't been able to put down any thoughts that made sense. But now's the time!! So! Moving right along... Quite a lot has happened. There's been heartbreaking stuff that still makes me tear up at the slightest mention of them. There's been other stuff that's caused me to just break out in sobs. It's a bit ridiculous. I mean, I haven't cried like this since February! What in the world?? Anyway, I just wanted to say, "Thank God for MUSIC." 'Nough said, right? Haha. God has helped me through all my situations with music. And even though it's not the best of ...

I'm insane. I must be. Is it even possible for someone such as myself to have this view? I favor my fiction over reality. Sure, it's not real and fiction doesn't live a life with other people in it. Fiction doesn't get up in the morning and wish that by going to the bathroom, she might find that she's lost weight. Fiction doesn't get into car accidents. Fiction doesn't feel pain. Fiction doesn't live; neither does it die. But why would that be such a bad thing? All these emotions in me that cause a kind of psychological riot would rather be just like fiction; numb and unfeeling. No one wants to get hurt, and if you're going to say, "but what's the point of living?" or "life isn't life without a few risks" then I hope you stop reading right now. In my fiction, I have so much power. I am a ruthless dictator, an experiment bent on vengeance, a misunderstood nobody, a celebrity, a wealthy sibling of a family of mercena...