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Wednesday, October 12, 2011. No longer, do I want to be this shabby, awfully negative and emotional person. I want to start a new blog without all these marks of a whiny adolescent. Just, you know, a new blog. Monday, October 10, 2011.

He told me I was beautiful. He told me I was beautiful. I slouched down, with hair falling against a face that burned like my chest. Boys like a confident girl. My sister said so many times.

Weave Your Ink, Spill Your Wine. Drabbles and short stories scrawled in cyber ink. Lady Pandora of Bangladesh, Australia. Pandora sat at her dressing room, gently and cautiously examining the beauty products given to her to use for the time being. Her cold fingers prodded bowls of onyx powder and the finest silk ribbons she had ever seen in her life. As she fixed a mint blue ribbon into her hair, the loud sound of her oak door opening made her jump.

I just finished reading the third book of Monster High, soaking up every word into my little brain. When I finished the book, I closed the cover and it made me a little sad because I started to think about this place. The livelihood of my inspiration. And my inspiration was for my writing. And writing was for my joy. Maybe just a post a month would be great. Ah The stress of goals.