"Enough of the gluttiness (No, I don't know what it means), I HIGHLY suggest you read EVERYTHING in my favorite stories thingamajig, and I HIGHLY suggest you check out the authors in the thingamajig as well. I have a VERY high, and kinda strict rating scale. Unless it's humor... but everything else, I swear, is just awesome. Also, I encourage rough, tough, brutal reviews/e-mails. I know I put in useless details, and there's quite a few typos, and I need to clear my story more, but I try.

One more thing, I'm actually trying to make a website to host my arteesty stuff. The link at the top shows a small part of what the layout looks like, and if you could please tell me if I should dump it or keep it, I'd REALLY appreciate it."
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Update - Wednesday Feburary12, 2002: I know I'm late but I DO plan on continuing my stories. A couple of things happened this week that completely devastated me. On Monday I found my cat on the road smashed to death, I almost used that as an excuse for skipping on things. But even worse, a friend died: funeral was yesterday, of course I went, and if you had any intelligence (I'm a cynical bastard through and through), you might understand what that does to a person. I never exerienced death this close before, except some grandparents I never knew about. This half-way derails my theory on myself: I thought I couldn't feel anything, for anyone- yes, morbid for a teen, huh?- I mean love, compassion, sympathy... I felt none of those things for anyone- especially my family. No, I didn't have an abusive childhood, just a bit neglected. No(again), I have friends and such, and go out on dates, but I always had this thought I could watch them die without flinching- yes, even more dark- I don't know why. Some voice just kept saying that from time to time. I'm not suicidal, gothic, or homicidal... I dunno what I am, and the people that try to help never know what the fuck is going on. I went to the funeral, seen cancer plagued body of what sent away my friend, but I couldn't cry for her. Not because I thought 'she'd be happy if I was happy', but because I 'couldn't' and pissed me off and made me ashamed of myself. I 'felt' sad, and got that hole in the heart you hear in love stories so much. I'm not going to write a poem or story on behalf of her, I'm not that good. And, if anything, my creativity is replaced by thoughts of death and uselessness. Hopefully that will pass. Well... looks you got part of my life story, but hopefully you know a bit about me now, and, if possible, you acutally understand. If not, oh well- I get that alot. I don't expect anything from anyone here, and I'm usually not as incurrent as I have been in updating. Oh well.
Until next time, then?