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Okay, I`ve decided that I`m going to move life Howls onto DoInk, so I can animate it. :D I`m Pachoofoosh on DoInk, and will tag all the life Howls episodes "life howls" The episodes will take FOREVER (by that i mean like a few weeks or so at a time) Because I`m going to try to make each episode 10 mins. or more. +_+ I`m going to start right now! :D... Read More

I don't know what is wrong with me. *head desk* I've come up with a bad case of obsession with Danny Phantom, from nickelodeon. I haven't a clue why! I need to quit watching it for a while to try and get off it. It's like a horrible addiction. I thought I was supposed to grow out of these things when I become an adult! X3 Oh well. Cleaned our church with the my dad and little sister today. It was a good way to get out of the house. We're trying to get ready for our vacation next week. We're goin... Read More

BAHA! It's been more than a year since I updated this thing X3 Whoops. Anywho, life has been uber crazy. I'm going to college! D: Who'd o' thunk? I'm like all jittery and nervous and excited all in one. It's rediculous. Well, all is well. My brother (who's on leave from the army) has been visiting this week and last. He's leaving this weekend though. :( Aw well. I'll miss him but it's been good to see him. Now, you're all gonna think I'm a freak, but that's okay because everyone does and I'm coo... Read More

Hey, here is a new song I wrote!! Better It's cold outside,
And the heat is cooling down.
I wish I weren't alone,
Alone in this place I call home. (Chorus)
It's better, to know no one cares,
It's better to know, no one's there.
I don't know if anyone hears
My cries,
Oh it's better to know
What everyone else knows.
(End chorus) I don't feel confused,
The whorling of frustration,
I don't know what to do.
I feel like it's better,
The way I see the light... Read More

I hear music blaring in my ears. My notepad is on my lap. I don't know what to write, because there is so much to write about. People try to talk to me, but I don't listen. I remember the nightmare I had when my father hit me. Then it dawns on me- He doesn't care all that much. It wasn't a nightmare. It wasn't a dream. It was real. He doesn't care. He works all hours in the day then isolates himself on the computer. Why? My brother is probably the closest thing that I have to a friend who's men... Read More

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