I Wrote a Random Short Story+Going to Colorado Tomorrow!

 Hey guys! So last Saturday night I was bored and supposed to be asleep but I wasn't. So I wrote a short story, or the beginning of one at least. And despite the fact that I wrote it at 11 pm it's pretty darn decent. So I decided to share it with you guys! Here's Part 1.

 I looked at the guy in front of me. He was taller than me, muscular, and currently strapped to a chair with a bag over his head. 
 "Can I kill him now and get it over with?" I asked my boss, Mr. P. 
 "No." He said.
 "Then why am I even here? I don't do interrogations. I'm an assassin." I reminded him. 
 "I know Skylar. But I have a different job for you right now." he responded.
 "And this guy is part of this 'new job?'" I asked.
 "That, he is." he replied.
 I rolled my eyes and leaned against the wall. I fiddled with a strand of my dark purple hair.
 A groan came from the bag. Then a voice.
 "Hello? Is anyone there?" it asked. "Why am I stuck to a chair?" 
 Mr. P walked forward and ripped the bag off the guys head.
 He had blond hair that went across his forehead, light skin, and striking blue eyes. A stark contrast to my purple hair, caramel skin, and brown eyes.
 He looked about my age, sixteen. Seventeen at the most. 
 He blinked rapidly, probably stunned by the light after being in that bag.
 Mr. P leaned close to the boy's face. 
 "Hello Joshua." he smiled.
 "Who are you? How do you know my name?" the boy-Joshua-asked.
 "Hold your horses there, Joshy-boy. I''ll be the one talking here. Don't ask questions." Mr. P said.
 He then snapped and tilted his head at me. A clear indication that he wanted me to go over to him. So I did. When Mr. P told you to do something, you do it. 
 "In fact," he continued to Joshua. "For every question you ask, my friend Skylar here will cut one of your fingers off. Do I make myself clear?" he asked while I took one of my knives out of my pocket and smiled.
 Joshua nodded quickly. The guy had good instincts.
 "Good." Mr. P said. "Now, as you may or may not know, a certain governor's kid goes to your school. His name is Benjamin R. Grayson. One of my clients wants him dead. Skylar here is going to infiltrate your school and dispose of him. And you, are going to help her." 
 I watched Joshua's eyes widen in fear as I gritted my teeth. I hated working with other people. Especially non-Company members. But I knew better than to question Mr.P.
 Joshua opened his mouth, and then closed it again. He was probably thinking of a way to word a question so that all of his fingers would stay attached to his hand. 
 "The fact that you want me to help murder a guy is not cool, but I'm guessing the alternative would be even worse. I a gonna need more information though, considering the fact that we are going to be killing someone." he said, his eyes flicking back and forth between Mr. P and me.
 I was immediately suspicious. No normal guy would be this cool with assassinating one of his classmates. I was born and bred to do this. Had taken classes since I was three. But this kid? He looked normal. 
 Mr. P didn't seem to think anything of it.
 He simply said, "You'll get your information soon enough." 
 He then looked at me and nodded. 
 I smiled. This was the fun part. 
 I grabbed my gun from my waistband and slammed the butt of it into Joshua's temple. It worked like a charm. He was out cold.
 I whistled. Clean-up crew would be here soon enough.

And that was my story. Tell me if you'd like to see more because I kinda already have written more so... Yeah. 
 ALSO! If you read the title! You'll know I'm going to Colorado tomorrow! We're driving the 13 hours to get there all day tomorrow, and then we'll be there Saturday and Sunday. I should be able to post on Monday like normal, and that post will probably be about my time in Colorado! That's all for now!

Bye Sincerely

Dani Jones

I'm gonna dO A THING WITH SNIPPETS

 Heyo guys! It's me again! Of course it is... this is... my blog... but that's ASIDE THE POINT! So I was reading some of Andrea's old blog posts, like the creeper I am (guys check her out I swear you will not regret it she is just the best writer EVER) and I saw that she did a thing where she just kind of.... threw some snippets out there. And I knew I'd done something like this before. So I was like, this. This is the thing that is happening today. So HERE WE ARE. I'm just going to THROW SOME SNIPPETS OF MY WIP AT YOU AND CALL IT A POST. This is the quality content you followed my blog for.

***

When she regained her ability to form a cohesive thought, her first one slammed into her
with so much force she thought she might fall over.

“Granny!” she cried.

The guy’s features melted into confusion.

“I know you’re probably experiencing some shock, but I’m not your grandmother. I’m not
even a woman actually.” he said with a slight chuckle. Then he became serious. “Now do
you want to tell me who I just killed?”

“All you need to know is that she would’ve killed me if you hadn’t killed her.” Red said.

“Ok, but why did you think I was your Granny?” he asked.

Red glared at him.

“No you idiot, I obviously didn’t think you were Granny! That Wolf-I mean, person-was
disguised as Granny, so I need to find her!” She told him.

“In all honesty, if she” he gestured to the Wolf’s body “was going to kill you, then your
Granny is probably dead.”

Can I just say that I love Hunter. Like so much. That level of just... instinctual sass is what I live for. 

***

Red looked at Hunter, his mouth was open but no sound was coming out.

“Are you just going to sit there looking stupid?” she asked him.

Red's sass too. Honestly, it's just like if your in my book, you have unchartable levels of snark.

***

Granny and Hunter stopped talking when Red entered the room.

“No please, don’t stop on my behalf.” she said dryly.

“I was just telling her about how I saved you.” Hunter said.

“I hope you know that had you not shown up I could’ve taken her.” Red said.

“Sure you could’ve,” Hunter started sarcastically. “Just like I could win a Little Miss Perfect
beauty pageant if I entered.”

Honestly, Hunter COULD win a Little Miss Perfect beauty pageant if he entered.

***

She looked at him and saw that he had his axe strapped on his back.

If he was hunting like he said he was why would he have an axe? You don’t hunt with
an axe. She thought.

But before she could ask him about it he spoke.

“Am I really so beautiful that you have to stare at me?” he asked.

“Excuse me? I was not staring at you, I was noting the fact that you have your axe
strapped on your back.” she protested.

“Mmhmm.” he said, unconvinced.

Just IGNORE the fact that he has an ax. Definitely NOT a hit-man. DEFINITELY NOT! Shshshshsh.

***

How was she going to tell him to Screw off without giving to much away?

This one needs no explanation. It's just a very good summary of Red's character.

***

Hunter swung his arm around Red.

“Why thank you, but no. Red didn’t know who I am when she brought me here.” he said.

All that was running through Red’s mind was Red alert! Red alert! Personal space has
been breached!”

She saw the expression’s on the other’s faces morph from astonishment to a look that
clearly said You have just signed your own death warrant.

“Remove your arm now.” Red growled.

But either Hunter didn’t hear or he just didn’t care.

She saw Goldy’s expression turn to pity. She had been in this situation as well, and knew
what awaited Hunter.

Red grabbed his arm and twisted it, while at the same time leaning forward.

Hunter landed on the hardwood floor on his back with the wind knocked out of his lungs.

She could hear him struggling for breath.

She knelt down next to him and leaned her mouth to his ear.

“The next time you touch me, you will wind up with a missing hand.” she said in a soft but
powerful voice.

Does Red have issues? Yes, yes she does.

***

Muffy went back to talking about Jack.

“Look at him over there, laughing, with his beautiful eyes, and perfect nose. He’s
disgustingly obnoxious.” she scoffed.

Oh Muffy, you just NEVER had a chance.

***

“You? But you can’t be a gang leader! You’re a-” he seemed to notice the other’s looking
at him in warning.

Red’s eyes narrowed.

“I’m a what?” she asked.

“Well, I mean, you’re a-”

Goldy cut him off.

“I wouldn’t.” she said in a low voice.

“No, no, Goldy. Let him say what he wants to say.” Red replied.

“You’re a girl.” Hunter finally said.

Red smiled. Of course. Of course. Typical guy. Typical sexist pig.

She rose from her chair and stood in front of Hunter.

“I can’t be a gang leader because I’m a girl?” she asked.

Hunter nodded, but he looked less sure now.

She grabbed the front of his shirt, it was soft, like unnaturally soft. She pulled him to his
feet. And even though he was taller than her by about a foot she didn’t waver.

“Well at least now we know you can tell gender. Yeah, of course I’m a girl, but why the
hell would that mean that I can’t be a gang leader? Do you know what this girl knows
how to do? She knows how to kill you ten different ways with just the things in this room
and her bare hands. And the next time you decide to question her leadership again
because of her gender she won’t hesitate to end you. Do I make myself clear?” she
growled.

And here we have Red being a freaking AMAZING feminist. Also, yes, she's a gang leader. FiTe Me.

***

“I don’t know? Why in the world would an assassin pose as my Grandmother and try to
attack me?” she asked sarcastically.

“I’m being serious, why would one of Queen Callista’s killers attack you?” he asked.

Red just stared at him.

“You’re slow, right? You’re not all there? That’s the only reason you could possibly be this
dense. Did you miss the words assassin and killer?” she asked.

“Wait, your Mom is trying to kill you?” he asked in surprise.

“Obviously!” Red yelled. “You know what? I can’t with him. Someone else explain. Goldy,
you do it.” she said, standing up to get a drink.

Again, amazing Red being amazing. Also a little bit more than a little rude.

***

“What happens if he’s discovered?”

“He’ll most likely die.” Muffy informed her.

“You think he’ll agree to this?” Red asked her.

“I think he has to. You’re the leader, are you not? He’s joined the gang, if he doesn’t listen or
goes rouge you have the ability to kill him without any of us interfering.” she said.

“Wow. Ok. So he either has to do a job that forces him to risk his life or he dies because he
won’t listen to me? That seems kind of harsh.” Red replied.

“You did tell him that if he questioned your leadership you would kill him.” Jack said.

“I said if he questioned my leadership because of my gender I would kill him because he was
being chauvinistic. But if he questions me because he doesn’t want to die, I can kind of
understand why.” she explained.

“Well then tell him it’s a challenge to see if he’s dedicated enough, men can’t back away from
a challenge.” Jack said.

“As if you would know anything about men.” Muffy mumbled under her breath.

This is just my characters arguing about which way Hunter should die. My book is just fabulous and so lighthearted.

***

She stepped off onto a side path and turned to face Hunter.

“Where are you going?” Hunter asked.

“The servants entrance.” she stated simply.

“Why?” he asked.

“Because technically, I never left my room today.” she said with a smirk.

I don't even know anymore.

***

Those were some snippets of my WIP. Let me know if you want me to give you more snippets because I had a lot of fun picking which ones to show you guys, and I have A LOT more where they came from (plus I need your validation but we don't need to talk about that).

Bye Sincerely

Dani Jones

My Newest W.I.P.

Hey guys! So today is Friday which mean.....it's time for my writing/reading post to actually make this seem like a book blog! Today I'm going to do one about my currant work in progress or W.I.P..
 My W.I.P. is called The Princess in the Red Cape (can you see where I was going with that?). Basically I just want to give some facts and character details. So here we go!

Rosalee Cardamom Gardenia

Nickname- Red

Status- Princess 

Age- 17

Birthday- October 15th

Hair- Chocolate brown hair that goes to her shoulders. When outside of the place, she wears them in twin braids.

Eyes- Brown and unremarkable 

Complexion- Very pale but lots of freckles because she goes into the sun a lot

Style- Prefers her red cape and tights outside of the palace, but inside wears simple dresses.

Parents- The King and Queen Callista. 

Siblings- Snow White Gardenia is her half-sister

Friends- Kat, Jack, Goldy, Muffy

Romantic Interests- Hunter becomes her boyfriend

Favorite Color- Red, obviously 

Sexuality- Straight

Mental Issues- She had awful anxiety

Based Off- Little Red Riding Hood

 So anyway, those are Red's facts. I'm not sure if this post was exactly good, but if you guys want me to do this with characters like Snow, or Hunter, or Kat, I will. Or if you want me to explain the plotline of the story that I have so far, than I'll do that too. Let me know what you want me to do!

Bye Sincerely

Danielle Jones 

First Post of the Summer (Which is Actually Kind of Sad What is Wrong With Me?)

 Hey guys! So... I haven't posted in, like, a LONG time. And now that I'm back, I'm planning on making a plan and actually sticking to it. Because I'm not sure if anyone actually READS my blog anymore, but if they do I don't want to let anyone down. But I honestly don't think anyone does. It's ok though, no sad thoughts. So I am officially back.
 ANYWAY. I'm planning for my schedule to look like this on Wednesday, a post about my life. Or just whatever I decide to do a post about, because I'm spontaneous like that. On Friday, a post about writing or books. Just something to live up to the "Book Blog" part of my name I guess. So... yeah.
 ALSO I might be making some changes to my blog, such as the layout, some of the pages, and the nicknames because they are all very outdated. I mean, at least for me there are.
 Now onto the part of the post that is about my life. So. Last month on the first of June was the last day of school. It was somewhat of a bitter-sweet day because, since the district lines got reshuffled some of my friends aren't going to be there again. BUT all the one's that matter are.
 I haven't really done anything ALL THAT fun, I have spent some time with some of my friends (remember, I'm going to be redoing nicknames so I'm not listing currently) and stuff like that. AND next week and the week after that I'm going to be enrolling in a theater camp that I am SO excited for. Like, for real, I have almost never been more excited for anything, EXCEPT for the fact that once school starts back up again I'll be in ADVANCED theater which is literally one of the best things EVER.
 So anyways, that's what's happened/will be happening this summer, and if I'm consistent (which I hope I will be) I'll start posting a LOT more. I really hope that since I'll start posting more I'll start getting more ideas for different posts, but if any of you people that actually read my blog still want me to do something than I will do it.

 Bye Sincerely

Danielle Jones

80% Maniac, 10% Unicorn, 10% Llama Wonder

Little Piece of Writing

Prologue

 Once upon a time in a far away land a Queen was pregnant. 

 Everybody adored this pregnant Queen and knew that they would love her daughter even more. 

 One day the Queen was sitting outside knitting in the garden. It had recently snowed and she was bundled up in blankets, upon cloaks, upon dresses. 

 She was knitting with her favorite pair of ebony needles when she poked her finger.

 She saw a couple of drops of her blood fall to the snow covered ground and admired the way the colors seemed to compliment each other.

 The red a splash of color while the white and black balanced each other out.

 “If I could choose, I would love for my beloved daughter to have hair as black as ebony, skin as pale as snow, and lips as red as blood. All the young men would be simply enamored with her.” the Queen mused.

 “But of course that could never happen. There has never been anyone known to have skin that pale, hair that dark, or lips that rich.” the Queen chuckled.

 She settled back to continue her knitting when the wind started blowing rapidly.

 The wind made the Queen’s light hair fly around her head and ripped the needles from her hands. 

 The wind increased in speed and decreased in temperature as it got wilder and wilder. 

 The Queen became more and more frightened until the wind suddenly stopped, as did it seem everything else did as well.

 The Queen was the only one moving, or could move it seemed. 

 She looked around to her guards, frozen on the spot. She looked up the side of the great stone castle into the window and saw her husband, the King, frozen beside a map.

 The Queen’s brow furrowed. 

 Then there was a flash of light.

 Standing before the Queen was a woman, who was dirty and had eyes as black as coal and curly hazelnut hair.

 She had somehow either gotten past the guards while they had been unfrozen, or was the cause of them being frozen, and seeing as how she was the only one who could move besides the Queen, the Queen guessed that it was the latter.

 “Who are you?” the Queen asked in a calm voice, her hand subconsciously going to her stomach.

 The woman smiled.

 “I am a friend.” she said with a slight lilting accent that the queen couldn’t identify.

 “What are you doing here?” the Queen asked.

 The woman’s smile broadened, but there was a cruel glint in her eyes which made the Queen question if what the women had said was true.

 “Is it true that you want your daughter to look as you just said?” she asked.

 The Queen internally debated. This could be a fairy coming to grant her request. Or it could be something else…something more sinister. But the Queen wanted her daughter to be the fairest girl in the land, perhaps the entire world. 

 She nodded.

 “Say it.” the women simply replied.

 “I wish for my daughter to have hair as black as ebony, skin as pale as snow, and lips as red as blood.” The Queen said.

 Suddenly everyone unfroze and when the guards ran over they saw the Queen in labor. A month early.

 A healthy baby girl was born, though she was a bit small. And the baby girl did have hair a midnight black, her skin was the palest white anyone has ever seen, and her lips were the color of rubies. 

 But she was born with two unexpected traits as well. 

 The first were blood red irises. And the second were fangs.

 The Queen died quickly after birth, and with her last breath she said “Name her Icelyn, after the snow she was born in.” 

 The King did so, and decided no one in the Kingdom was to know of Icelyn’s fangs, save for the castle staff. 

 Quickly after the death of the Queen, the King remarried. 

 The new Queen was a thirty year old woman with a lilting accent, brown hair, and black eyes. 

 Soon thereafter the King disappeared, leaving the new Queen in charge of Icelyn and the Kingdom.

Chapter One-Fourteen Years Later

 Icelyn Light rolled out of her bed falling onto the stone floor of her room.

 “I’m sorry Princess Icelyn but your mother told us to come wake you up.” her servant, Monica Schur, said.

 “Step-Mother.” Icelyn growled as she got up. 

 “Why does she want me up so early anyway? It’s still daylight.” she snarled.

 “I don’t know nor do I care. Now stop baring your teeth at me.” Monica said.

 Icelyn loved how Monica talked to her. Like she wasn’t scared. 

 Monica had always been with her, so it wouldn’t make sense for her to be scared of Icelyn. The same couldn’t be said for everyone.

 “Are you excited for the Choosing, Princess?” Monica asked.

 Icelyn glared at her. 

 “Oh right, I forgot your stance on the Choosing. Though I’m not sure why you’re so against it.” Monica said.

 If only she knew what actually happens to those people who get chosen. It made Icelyn sick.

 “You know a lot of my friends think that the Choosing is rigged.” Monica kept talking, telling a story of how her friends thought that it was rigged.

 If only she knew how rigged it actually was. Why only rich or powerful or beautiful people got chosen. Chosen. As if it was some big honor and not them getting sent to the slaughter.

 “But I said that the Queen would never do that to us a-” Monica realized her mistake to late.

 “What did you just call my step-mother?” Icelyn demanded.

 “I said Queen.” Monica said smoothly, clearly tired of this debate after having it so many times.

 “She is not the Queen. My Mother was the Queen. She’s just standing in until I can take the throne.” Icelyn said.

 “Yes, but she married the King back when he was still alive, doesn’t that make her the Queen?” Monica asked.

 “No. Being a Queen means taking care of the people, caring about them. She does neither.” Icelyn said. 

 “Whatever you say…” 

 Icelyn knew Monica didn’t agree with her. But she didn’t particularly care. Icelyn spoke the truth

 Icelyn crossed the room to her mini ice-chest and pulled out a packet. Inside was a crimson liquid.

 Monica went green.

 “Um… if you don’t mind Princess, I’m going to leave.” Monica said.

 Icelyn waved her hand in dismissal. 

 She sat on her queen-size bed cloaked in black silk and sucked the liquid out of the plastic package. It tasted so good. 

 Icelyn closed her eyes and let out a moan. 

 Someone knocked on her door.

 She took the half-drained package out of her mouth and wiped her lips.

 “Enter.” she said.

A short pot-bellied man walked in. He was dressed in extravagant clothes and even though Icelyn had never seen him before she was almost certain that he worked for her step-mother. His eyes flicked from the packet in her hand to her face his eyes growing in fear. “What do you need?” she asked, boredom lacing her voice. “I-Um… The Queen has sent for you.” he said. “She has a visitor and she wants you there to greet him. She wants you down in thirty minutes.” Icelyn growled and the man ran out of her room. “Why do I need to be there? She’s perfectly capable of greeting her own damn guests.” Icelyn grumbled to herself. She walked to her closet and threw open the door. Then she groaned. She had forgotten that her step-mother had confiscated her dark and simple clothes because they weren’t “ladylike.” Icelyn picked out an extremely frilly lavender dress and slipped it on. It had so many ruffles that it wasn’t even funny. She looked herself over in the mirror. She looked awful in that color, and the shape of the dress was extremely unflattering. Good. It would show her step-mother that she didn’t want to be there. She slipped on black flats and walked out of her rooms downing the rest of the contents of the plastic package. She threw it out as she walked into the overly garish throne room. Everything was gold. Everything. And it was so polished that Icelyn could’ve seen her reflection in the golden floor-if she had a reflection that is. And there, at the far end of the room was her step-mother sitting in a gold throne that she didn’t belong in. Her step-mother was a harsh looking women that had curly chestnut hair and black irises. She was currently dresses in robes of a deep red, almost the color of the substance Icelyn had just drank. The only thing with any color was Icelyn’s own throne, made of black stone. It was set to the left of her step-mother’s. Icelyn strode toward it with an easy grace, allowing her step-mother to look over her. “You look awful.” her step-mother said. “Good morning to you too.” Icelyn replied. “Honestly Icelyn, I took away your preferred clothes so that you would look more presentable but this… What is this abominable outfit?” she asked. “I woke up early for this. You’re lucky I didn’t wear a neon green skirt with a bright pink blouse.” Icelyn replied. “Besides, at least I don’t look like a vampire.” “What did you just say?” her step-mother hissed. “I said, at least I don’t look like a vampire.” “I told you never to say that word again.” she said. “Why? Are you ashamed?” Icelyn asked. She rolled her eyes when her step-mother didn’t reply. She picked up the hand mirror on the arm of her step-mother’s throne.

It looked ridiculous. The frame was made of gold, just like everything in this awful room. Icelyn looked into the glass, not seeing anything. “Put that down.” her step-mother said in a quiet, but not at all gentle voice. “Well I wouldn’t have picked it up if I knew what we were waiting for. Or should I say who?” Icelyn said. Her step-mother’s harsh face morphed into something like a smile. “Ah yes… I haven’t told you why you’re here, have I?” she asked. “No, you were to busy criticizing my fashion choices.” Icelyn replied. “Well, our court is getting a new huntsman.” her step-mother said, and though she said it calmly Icelyn could see the barely controlled excitement in her step-mother’s voice. “What happened to the last one?” Icelyn asked. She had liked him. He wasn’t afraid of her, but unlike Monica it wasn’t because she grew up with him. It was because he had always said that he could handle her if she ever attacked, but he knew she wouldn’t, and after he had always winked so she knew he was joking. “Oh, he’s gone.” her step-mother said with a wave of her hand. Icelyn wasn’t sure what she meant by ‘gone.’ That could be interpreted as a various number of things, all of which weren’t very good. “Anyway, this one is supposed to be young, though how young I’m not sure. He was recommended to me by the captain of the guard. They say he’s good with a number of blades as well as a bow.” her step-mother mused. “What’s his name?” Icelyn asked. “Why, Icelyn, are you taking an interest to what goes on in this court?” her step-mother asked. Icelyn gaped. What was that supposed to mean? She always monitored what the court was like, and if they were anything like her step-mother. Using the power to her own advantage. How dare she imply that Icelyn didn’t care who was in the court-her court. “What do you mean taking an interest?” she asked. “Well it’s just you never talk to me about any of the court members, so I just assumed you didn’t care.” her step-mother said with innocence, but she saw the slight glint in her step-mother’s eye. She knew that she was getting under Icelyn’s skin. “Oh you just reminded me! Are you excited about the Choosing?” her step-mother asked. “Excuse me?” Icelyn asked. She wasn’t sure how any of what was just said would remind her step-mother about the Choosing. “I asked if you were excited for the Choosing. Are you deaf? Do you need to clean your ears?” her step-mother snapped. “No.” “Well than answer my question.” “No, I am not excited for the Choosing.” “Why? Without it your precious supply of blood would go out. You would die. And imagine all the people who would be so sad. They might try to overthrow me, heaven forbid.” her step-mother said, with a forced laugh. There it was. The reason for the whole entire Choosing. Icelyn needed the blood, and her step-mother couldn’t afford to lose Icelyn. Because while some people were loyal to Icelyn’s step-mother, more people were loyal to her. But having the Choosing, having someone be honored to be chosen right up until the moment they were killed. It just seemed inhumane. A lot of the time Icelyn wished her step-mother would just let her die. A lot of times she thought that being dead would be better than being her step-mother’s puppet. But then she had to remind herself that if she were dead who would take the throne when her step-mother died? She had to constantly tell herself that when she ruled it would be different. The blasting of trumpets broke her from her thoughts. “Patrick Lauritson of the village of Vitalora.” He was here. She felt her back straightening, her mouth twisting into a calm smile. Her Princess mode as she often called it, or her Puppet mode. When I lead it will be different.

***

So I don't know if this is good or not, but I'll continue writing this if you guys like it! :) It's come to my attention that it may be like some other books out there but I like it so if you do too I'd love to hear it!

Bye Sincerely

Danielle Jones

Sadness

 Everybody is sad at one point or another. And most of them have a right to be. I can recognize that. But for some reason I can't recognize my own right to be sad. I in no way have had a bad life. I've actually had a really good life and I've been lucky in more ways than one. But I've also had my fair share of sadness. When I get sad though, I scold myself saying that I don't have a right to be sad about them. There are two specific ones that from them have come my first insecurities. They are when my Biological Dad died and Hairdo basically told me to frick off. From those to experiences came the fear that everyone I love is going to leave me and the fear that nobody actually likes me. Those to fears eat away at me. Day and night. They are ALWAYS there. From those more and more insecurities started popping up to the point where now I'm convinced that the only thing I bring to the world is pain and sadness. I'm convinced that no one wants anything to do with me. And yet I still don't think I'm allowed to feel that. I get so, so mad at myself. Because I feel like others have it worse and yet they're still happy. So why am I not? And the answer is I don't know. I don't understand. I've been given the world, the tools I need to do ANYTHING I WANT, and yet I wallow in self-pity. And it makes me mad, so very angry, and I just DON'T KNOW HOW TO CHANGE IT! So I just go on hating myself.

***

 Wow. I have no idea where THAT came from. Ahem. But on Tuesday of last week I was in my FIRST PLAY! So that was fun. And on May 9th I'm going to be in a "class play" where everyone in my class is going to be in it so that's going to be fun. And then.....yeah that's pretty much it! Bye guys!

Bye Sincerely 

Dani Jones