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wow i just realized i hadn't written in my journal for a while, not that people actually read it sweatdrop oh well i have fun with it so even if people don't read it mrgreen
so today i will tell a story:

as the story gos (part one)


this is a story of a girl who was so tired of people not even realizing she existed. she tried her hardest to be reorganized by everyone but mostly her parents. she was into fantasy and often mad manuscripts of what she would hope to someday publish. her parents did not approve of this and disposed of these beginners writing. her parents were people of government. never one for people with large imaginations and they had not once read even one of her story's. if they had they would see the folly of their own self righteousness and the pain they had inflicted on their daughter. but even so they would also see a world of splendor and of a world so perfectly described that it was not as though you were reading at all, but as though you were there. you could smell the smells, see the sights, fell the warmth or the cold of the air, you could even fell you're hart lifting in spirit with the character or you could feel the pain they were going trough as though you were there, as though you were the character,and each character was so described in these story's that you felt you knew them. even if you were not a person of a strong imagination you would be abal to sit there and imaging that you were having a conversation with said characters. now why you do such a thing might not come to grips with some but for the lonely of hart would understand. but the parents would not give her a chance to show the world her story's. in the time they took to get rid of her story's she became shy, afraid to be hated so she stopped. she stopped her story's all together. at school she was silent. she spoke only when spoken to. she did what she was told and was like a puppet. she did not have a will of her own any more. but, even inside what seamed to be an empty shell, a spirit still lived, but asleep, not abul to wake of its own accord. all it need was something or someone, to wake it up.