oxxris

Hello.
          I'm back, finally.
          Ready to write, ready to speak up.
          About love, and pain, and sorrow and all that is insanely difficult to express just as it is to hide.
          About me, you, us.
          I'm back.

Here's to Pain and Sorrow, Love and Hate, Breaking and Healing. Here's to us. To writers and readers, both.
          Believe it or not, we all love to read and write; it's something that demands to be learned all over the world. It's used for educational purposes as well as entertainment and connection. It's one of the many things that keeps me- err, us, sane. It's outmost joy, and devastating heartbreak. It's life at it's finest because we are life; we give it purpose. So. Here's to life; because although you can suck &$ #% sometimes, you can also be pretty great at others. Just kidding. Life, you're a bitch. Here's to us humans, all broken bones by sticks and stones, to shattered hearts that are capable to love at their lowest, to minds who have the intelligence to save the world, to the untethered. *clink**
          **Chugs bottle of champagne, struggles to get on top of the table with death traps on her feet (heels, to all you clueless peeps) flashes everyone in the process, and screams at the top of her lungs: WHOS READY TO PARTY MY @&$!%%*?
          Yup, were screwed.