Journals

Have you ever read a journal you wrote some years ago?
I usually keep a journal not to record my experiences, but to have a friend whenever I need one without relying on anyone.
I accidentally found my journal from 2007 and I opened it, just to see how my writing was. I'm still bad, but not as much as I back then. Well, I got glued to it and I was fascinated by the way things change. That's not my life anymore, it was just a chapter, I have the memories but I see it all differently than then.
I decided to keep writing so some years from now I'll be able to read those entries and see how my life has changed or is still the same.
I was a cutter, I think I'm not a cutter anymore, at least it's been awhile. I hope when everything starts falling apart that I won't rely on that.

My imaginary wings

I'm writing these two stories. One of them inspired by a message someone sent me and the other was just a romance scene that went through my head between two guys on a night when I couldn't sleep, which really isn't very rare, I always take hours to fall asleep. Normally, it's not these kinds of thoughts that pop up in my mind when I'm in bed trying to sleep, normally it's those evil thoughts that sick people have.
In this new story I'm writing about there's this self-centered, competitive and mind fucking asshole, "looking" at him at first you see a really trashy personality, but you'll see this character is not as trashy as he looks. The other guy is so scared to come out that he'll deny the love and desire he feels for the other guy and then he backs away from him, so he can play his straight game with no loose edges.
The first story... Well, I may talk about it later! But it involves Angels.

Play me that piano song that grows wings on my back so I can have a nice flight up on the highest clouds of my imagination