So many ideas. So little time. Added some creative things to this little thing. Haven’t been in a writing mood. But I’ve been in great spirits. Surprisingly enough, I can finally WOOSAH for a moment. Been thinking about getting back into trying the whole YouTube gig. I’m diving for spotters. So far I only have my old trusty AJ. I been thinking about writing a tale about him in my Dyana series, but then again some things should be kept to myself. I rather spare those details for the camera life, if it ever happens. I am back to working on my updated portfolio. Of course, there’s a minor glitch. I found my SanDisk flash drive but my dumbass made all my vaults password protected, and I can’t figure out all of the passwords. Fuck my life! However, I was able to crack some of the codes and I found some of my other stories. Even after digging through a bunch of boxes and found old notebooks too. These stories on my flash drive, were the reasons I started taking my writing more seriously, way back when. So maybe I’ll double my recovery workload on adding more stories, content and blasting my ideas from outer space. Or my secret little world. My mind is on a whole new level. I hope everyone is tuned in to the show…
In typical Dyana fashion, she’s had an adventurously dangerous weekend. After spending time with her dudes, another real life story developed onto the literature page. The official page post is scheduled for tomorrow morning at 8:24AM, just in case it says the link isn’t found.
As I wrote, I couldn’t stop focusing on the past again! Rihanna’s Needed Me would come on and I’d want to relate! How could I give my all to a man who couldn’t give it in return? Now the only way I can see him is by viewing Facebook pages or reading Good Girl.
Why did he have to text and call me a few weeks back? Why did we have to argue? It’s not fair that he knows, that I know that he wants the both of us. I wonder if she knows. I’d be ok with it. I know she wouldn’t be! Little did she know she was sharing him for five years. Why doesn’t he want to leave? Why do I still feel so incomplete? Why does he invade my dreams but won’t face our reality?
Communication is hard when you don’t have the right words to form into a sentence. I just want him to listen and understand my frustration. And even if it never happens, I’ll always have paper and a pen at hand. One day soon, someone is gonna listen and get what he and everyone else has been missing!
Been trying to let go of my past.
Hand my heart to God.
These devils won’t free me from the miserable Hell that I’m living.
After recent events in my life, I decided it was time to tell another tale of Dyana. She’s not finished, but she may shock the shit out of you. The way I’ve been carrying my notebook and pen, questioning and foreseeing the future, I still don’t understand why I’m not used to this shit yet. Made other miscellaneous updates as well. Browse around.
Living life is hard at all times. Even more when it comes unexpected. I’m glad I have this as an outlet to control my chaos. People tend to forget that “What happens in the dark, often comes to the light.“