I think alot,

I think we write to start over.
We write to escape.
We write to rewrite.
We write to fast forward.
We write our stories, and our novels.
We write school essays and poems.
Because it lets us create things they way we want them to be.
Where can you create the perfect someone,
and turn him into your prince?
Who else will say the words you want to hear?
No where, but in the stories you write.
Where can you write out your situation,
and end it the way you want it to?
Where else can you create a happy ending?
No where, but in your stories
When can you write how you feel?
Where else can you be graded based on
how well you can start your opinion?
Where else is it okay to persuade people to do it your way?
To think your way?
To believe your beliefs.
No where but in your persuasive pieces.
Where can you describe the things you?
When is it okay to recite in rhyme,
all the things you wish people to see
and understand like you do?
No where, but in your poetry.
So why do we linger on words so much?
Why not face our circumstances?
Why do we prefer to run away from the situation at hand,
rather than take those steps forward.
Why do we fall to the ground at the knees of our creative minds?
Why do we become slaves to the world of imaginary beings?
We live in a world of make believe.
We roll around on the words of others and ourselves to escape.
But we've gone to far.
We find luxuries like this as a drug and we abuse it.
Post an entire blog on how depressed you are and you'll get a pity party of comments.
So where did it get you?
I don't know about you, but when I linger on things, I get depressed even more.
I've spent my years trying to figure out how xanga is helping all of you.
I don't think it is.
If it is, give me the secret.
Because I find no therapy in write how i feel, reading quotes that are supposed to make me feel like someone is going through the same thing as me.
It makes me feel pitiful.
We need to man up.
Be a woman.
Face life as it is.
Your boyfriend breaks up with you - boo hoo.
I'm sincerely sorry for you.
But when we all come here for sympathy, this becomes one big sob story.
And when you leave at the end of the night,
Honestly, do you feel better?
Go ahead, write your hearts out.
Do what you love to do.
Create the greatest story you've ever written.
But don't base your life on websites like this.
Imaginary people giving imaginary advice.
Go out into the world.
Talk to real people.
Actually move on.
I'm done with xanga.
I'm done with being depressed.
Sadly, i'm done with what I love.
I'm gonna say it.
and I'm gonna shout it.
I'll go ahead and yell it.
But I sure as hell won't write it here.

Shine

You know how some people say it's to reach for the stars? To find beauty that is elsewhere because there is always more. Sometimes it's about creating more in the place where you already stand, opening your eyes to see the star you had thought was dimming. Sometimes it's about making the effort to reignite that star and as you reach inside its heart to do so, you finally realize where you're supposed to make your wish. That is the kind of star you are, even if you think there are more attractive swirls. It always sucks to have someone not take a chance on you, half because you want to know what it feels like to be with them, and half because you wonder if they'll ever regret not doing it.