My grandmom had cancer and was really sick and then she didn’t have cancer anymore and was cooking and cleaning everything again .

I dress better than Melissa.

I have no present role model or big brother. No one to actively guide me or give me advice.  I learn on my own it’s often the hard.

Vivid dreams of those forgotten keep my outlook sinister as my heart rottens.

“For all we know Kali is just a myth” said the young hero to his companions as they traversed to their next destination, The Great Peoria, on this cold night.
A single man defeating all our worlds Guardians on a full moon, the time when their power is at its peak? Unreal.”
As our heroes close in on their destination, they notice a corpse near the moonlight water; A guard of Peoria. Upon further inspection they observe a black moon marked on the guard’s lifeless body.

I don’t at all agree when people make the statement that we’re all “co-creators” of our own reality but instead that we’re all the own creator or god of our reality, regardless of what dimension it may be on. The only way I can see someone being a co-creator is in the situation such as another person’s actions or an event causing  different paths on which you may choose to follow, the one not chosen still being carried out by yourself on the 5th dimension.

I hate the feeling of longing. I don’t like seeing people I care about that are far away from me.
I throttle my interaction with the person until its dwindled down to an occasional “hello”, yet expect the opposite from the other.
Its not at all on purpose.