im rambling on about my not so interesting life.... me and my best friend cynthia are always having ajolly ol' time and today we were out side messin 'round and this little boy comes out of his house and cynthia walk up to him starts flirting with the kid for gods sakes, and gets him to take in all the groceries for my mom!! it was too funny, i love her!!

 i see you reaching into the front of your coveralls about to grasp hold onto your switch blade.you dont realize how well i know you,not just you but more than that ,your every thought ,your every action. i feel it, and worst..or maybe best of all you dont even understand me,my powers over you, not powers in the cynical hollywood way,but powers over you mental state of mind. The way you hurt yourself to hurt me and you think i have no idea that everyday after we part ways you go home and think about your day and search your mind for something,anything that wasnt done just so, the way you hopped over the fence to come greet me before school or how well you did in gym,and once you find that little unimportant matter of life that you didnt perform perfectly you reach for the switch blade that you always keep on your person or maybe switch it up a bit and use a razor out of your grandmothers sewing kit instead. anything it doesnt really matter what tool you use as long as you get to punish youself for the days mistakes,as long as you get that burning light of fire,relief you call it .. the blood seeping into your pant leg, no way you will do it on your wrist,you cant have people know your secret,the secret that keeps you up all night,no,no one can know that, can they?

 i wanna be a writer!!!

 kAY SO I SERIOUSLY DOUBT ANY ONE IS EVEN GOING TO BOTHER READING MY JOURNAL.. I MEAN WHY WOULD THEY JOURNALS ARE USAUALLY CONSIDERED PRIVATE. ALTHOUGH ON THE INTERNET NOTHING IS PRIVATE. THINK THATS THE POINT. ANY WAY I NEED TO STOP RAMBLING... ITS A REAL PROBLEM THAT I HAVE.. ANYWHO SO A BIT ABOUT ME MY NAME IS SKYE ANDERS I LIVE IN CALIFORNIA THE SUNHINE STATE :] .. I LOVE MY HOME!! I WANT TO BE A WRITER/ARTIST WHEN I "GROW UP" IM SIXTEEN YEARS OLD( THE BIRTHDAY IN MY PROFILE IS WRONG) SUMMER FOR ME MEANS COMMUNITY SERVICE.. MY MOM HAS NO FAITH IN MY ABILITIES AS A HOPEFULLY SOON TO BE WRITER/ ARTIST SO SHE SAYS I NEED A SCHOLARSHIP OF MULTIPLE VARIETIES.. GAHH PARENTS.. ANYWAY  ANIMALS HATE ME.. I DONT KNOW WHY. ALTHOUGH YOU REALLY DONT CARE ABOUT THAT IM SURE. I DONT HAVE A BOYFRIEND OR ANY OTHER SIGNIFICANT OTHER RIGHT NOW.. THATS REALLY NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS IS IT??? BUT IM SURE EVERYONE SAYS THAT IN THERE FIRST "GREETING POST" I DONT KNOW, IS IT A RULE?? WELL GOODNESS!! I HAVE BEEN WRITING QUITE A LOT I NEED TO STOP!! SO SEE YEAH!! WHO AM I TALKING TO??..