Okay. I didn't ever want to do this. But I feel like I can't hold on anymore. Um. Here it goes. I... I might leave PMC. Why you say? Well, I don't feel very happy when I am here... I hope that dosen't offend someone. But I feel like I am making skins for ghosts. No one is there. You know? And it's really hard to keep pushing and staying strong when no one like's what your doing. I want to erase this passage and pretend like everything in my life is splendid. But I can't. Because everyting in my life is not splendid. *sigh* so If I ever post a skin that says, "Goodbye" Then you know. You know what will happen. So heads up. I might leave. But I might not. I feel like I need a break, but I love skinning enough that I don't want to leave. I am still debating. Thank you for understanding where I am coming from. The person who inspired me to start skinning left, so maybe it will be my turn too. Since it looks like no one like's what I do. Thank you again for being here for me. And hopefully I can pull through before I reach the end of the line...
Here's a Poem I wrote... (its a free style, kinda has ryhemes, kinda dosent...)
Rain
The first drop hits, but it dosen't bother me
Then the drizzle starts, and I feel allitle gloomy
But then pooring starts, with all the rain in my hair
and I need to put a coat on, to get out of this despair
The coat can block out the rain, but not for long
as the rain poors in, and I sing a sad song
I can patch up the holes in the coat
But the rain will get in after a while
And I will drown in my sorrows
As the rain is your hurtful words
and the coat is my strength in the hurt
But the coat will break
as so my pain
and I will drown
in your maddness around
I can patch up the holes
but you will get in after awhile
and the procces will repeat
till there is nothing to repair...
my despair...