Flower Meadow

I live a hard life, and my writing shows what I cannot verbally express to anyone. While in my creative writing class, my teacher was utterly shocked at most of my work and I'd feel much obliged to share it with others.

I see the rights people are given and become very upset when they have been attacked. The fact that people attack one another is sad, but its usually over something really stupid.

If you are going to bash me due to my orientations, good-bye. I don't want to here a word from you.