Shiloh: One (parts 1 & 2)

Shiloh: MY CREATION

From the land of the proper (supposedly)
to the heart of the devil (according to history…supposedly)
I go

But honestly
Virginia isn’t all that bad

At-least there are some bars
I can trash (hopefully)
I’m sure I’ll be able to find
smoking hot bitches (and no grenades…hopefully)

Fairfax
Here comes Shiloh
Ready to slut you all over
in high heels, make-up
and a wicked mind

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Like…what the fuck?
Out of all the places I could have gone
I picked anti-gay USA

Oh well
I guess I’ll have to
make do

Anti-gay attitudes
don’t entirely exist
in hell-holes like this

Guess it’s time
for Shiloh
to fuck shit up…

Shiloh: prologue

SOO, with the uncovering of a “writings journal” that consists of writings from my senior year of high school (a.k.a. 5 years ago…*whelp*) I thought that I would just stick my square ass wayy out there and post half of something that I have written from that time period…I mean, what better way to start putting my writings out there than by forcing myself to do it……


portrayed by: Emily Browning
Shiloh: MY CREATION

When suffering knocks at your door and you say there is no seat for him, he tells you not to worry because he has brought his own stool. CHINUA ACHEBE, attributed, Chinua Achebe: A Celebration

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There was a reason I left England
I just needed to get away from the pain
the suffering
the misery

I’ve been through more than some can even imagine
and sometimes, those memories can stay with you
and never go away

Unfortunately, some of those memories
make me who I am today.
Even though I may feel proud to be who I am on the outside
I know in my heart that I will probably not stay like this forever.

And with my parents
they have treated me unlike most parents treat their children
even though they might seem like they care to others
I can see that they only give a shit about themselves…

Before coming to the states, they showered me with their money
And now, I know why…
…they gladly wanted me shipped off and away.
They have now wiped away
a tarnished spot on their pride.

Hopefully, I’ll be able to start fresh across the large ocean.
I just want to be happy
without my parents
and with the perfect girlfriend.

Once Upon a Time…

…I used to roleplay. Not the L.A. kind of roleplaying that makes up LARPing but the wordy kind of roleplay that let me create characters and stories right off the top of my head.

MY CREATION
MY CREATION

And when I used to roleplay,  I actually liked it. And because I liked it, I actually started getting better at English. 0_0

But now, since (insert number here) years have passed since I have actively roleplayed anything, my almost-seemingly natural talent of creating characters and stories right off the top of my head have vanished. I’ve been wanting to get this talent back for quite some time now, but there are ultimately 2 problems that stand in the way of this.

One of those problems is my insistent “motivation” problem that has seemingly plagued me more and more the further I’ve gotten into schooling. Basically, I’m just typical-colleging almost everything in my life right now (which I need to turn around pronto….stat…..ASAP…..)

MY CREATION
MY CREATION

The other problem with this is that I’m just flat out scared to start putting my blurbs and writings out there for the world to see. I’m not grammar-nazi person, my writings look absolutely nothing like that of an actual author, and I’ve always struggled and sucked at English. I feel like I’m gonna get some comments that simply say “THIS SUCKS MAJOR BALLS” and stuff…..

So, what I’m going to do is this. Should I just take a leap of faith and start putting some of my stuff up on here?

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In other words…it reached the 70’s where I live today…once again showing

Especially on a day like today......#truth
Especially on a day like today……#truth