I wanted to start blogging so I could release my feelings instead of continuing to hold them in. The one person I am with all the time doesn't care to listen to anything I have to say. I will be talking to him and somewhere in the midst of my conversation he'll ask me something that doesn't have anything to do with what I am talking about or he'll start talking about something else, a complete new conversation without any regard to what I have said, finished or not.
I need a place to let things out, to sort them out and to organize my feelings. And yes, to sometimes feel sorry for myself. I dream of things being different then they are right now, I dream of my future and what I want. I know what I don't want, I don't want to be in debt like I am right now, it really sucks and it sucks that I feel like I am the only one who takes it as serious as I do. Maybe I just worry overmuch though? I don't know. I just don't know.
IntotheMystic03
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Murder Suicide Webb Street
6/30/14
2/2:30ish
For the past couple of hours I have had a feeling of nausea, like when your upset from fighting and arguing w/ someone, stomach is all tied up in knotts.
Pictures have been running through my mind of a couple fighting. It seems like a male and a female and then it kinda feels like like two females. I see a man pulling her by her hair down a hallway, she's kicking and screaming.
I want to call Tif, no don't call her, she's ok. Maybe she's not. I wouldn't have these feelings if it was about her.
a punch or slap in the face and mid-section. Mean things are being said and crying, she is crying and scared and angry.
Then it stopped (2/2:30ish)
A little after 4, Tif called me to tell of the murder suicide in Windsor Locks that happened earlier today on Webb St. .
2/2:30ish
For the past couple of hours I have had a feeling of nausea, like when your upset from fighting and arguing w/ someone, stomach is all tied up in knotts.
Pictures have been running through my mind of a couple fighting. It seems like a male and a female and then it kinda feels like like two females. I see a man pulling her by her hair down a hallway, she's kicking and screaming.
I want to call Tif, no don't call her, she's ok. Maybe she's not. I wouldn't have these feelings if it was about her.
a punch or slap in the face and mid-section. Mean things are being said and crying, she is crying and scared and angry.
Then it stopped (2/2:30ish)
A little after 4, Tif called me to tell of the murder suicide in Windsor Locks that happened earlier today on Webb St. .
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
3/20/12
Tonight was my second Writing class.
Notes;
Tonight was my second Writing class.
Notes;
- You should read your own work out loud before you handing in your work, hear it.
- Should believe what you're writing, it should be believable to person reading it.
- Staggering specificity of place
- abdore it
- Memories are not particularly accurate
- everyone remembers the same scene or moment differently
- Put both opinions in the story as they both remember it, incorporate.
- save all drafts~copy and paste!
- show emotion, don't hold back
- more specific, where were you coming from and who is the person named in the story.
- should try blogging
- find out how to start blogging.
- learning
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