Nicole

i feel speshul being the only one right there on your following list. lmfao. how ya doin? ;) this is ishyy / poiuytre_ :D changed my nick lol

This is my confessional. 7 seconds till I hit the ground but you saved my life.

Shit. We lost my aunt's cat. And we live up against a mountain. Oh fuck..

Being an artist means forever healing your wounds, and at the same time, endlessly exposing them.

Writing is my passion.  When I write, things make sense.  My soul awakens and my spirits lift.  I wish to inspire people with my words and touch them in ways that I've been touched by other authors.  I'm wild and crazy,  but also spiritual and a deep thinker.  I read something today that said, "Ask yourself who do you want to be, and what are you willing to do to become that person?"  This made me think.  You have to be willing to step outside of your comfort zone.  That is the only fuckin way to achieve your deepest desires.  I think that once you do take those chances and steps in the direction of your dreams, the universe will provide for you and give you signs that you are on the right path.  Signs showing you that you are following your destiny.

She turned around and saw him.  He looked different.  His features seemed more defined and he had this roughness about him.  The last time she saw him, he appeared to be approachable and had this welcoming presence to him.  Now, she was afraid to even look in his direction.  She was walking ot her next class and looked down as she passed by him.  It was the first day of school and she hadn't spoken or seen this boy in 2 years.  The accident had torn them apart.  They once knew everything about each other and would stay up until 4am talking about their fears, their goals, their desires.  Now, they were complete strangers.  As she approached him, her breath quickened.  It felt like she was going to have a heart attack right their in the hallway.  He looked up at her and his jaw tightened.  Pain struck his eyes and he had to look away before his face gave away his emotions.  They walked passed each other, not a word said, and she walked into her classroom and took a seat in the very back.  She wasn't in a social mood, so she tried to avoid eye contact with everyone.  He walked into his classroom and sat down in the very front.  Not wanting to be bothered by the students behind him, and avoiding contact with everyone.  As different as these 2 were, they shared one thing in common.  And that was pain.