megumi-tan joined on Dec 10th, 2011, since that has made 488 posts that are still accessible today, 18 of which are threads. Helping shape the community, megumi-tan has given 638 upvotes, and was last online on Dec 2nd, 2013.
Dear D. Adair,
How are you? Are you at peace? Please say you are. You never respond to my emails. I send you one all the time. Why can't you just tell me?! How could you just disappear like that!? Remember a year ago exactly from today? Most likely not. In fact, its impossible, since you died that day, but it has been even longer since I have seen you. Your family wouldn't even let me see your body. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?! Please haunt them for that. Actually, no. Haunt me. Life is so much more empty without you, Adair.
I have dreams about you. I have a picture of you I carry everywhere. I have one framed on my wall. I still meet with your sister who is like a carbon copy of you. I have plans to meet the woman you donated your heart to so that she could live on. I email you all the time and talk to you the best I can. All of this, and its not enough. How has it been 1 year already? Just yesterday you were holding my hand and hugging me it feels like, yet I'm starting to forget you. I can't imagine you sitting beside as I used to, just 4 or 5 months ago. I could see you now, if I wanted to. Your ashes, that is, but I can't do that. You are so much more that a pile of dust. Every time I see one of your family members, they cry, and I do too. I bet they cry everyday and are tortured by the fact they have to walk by your untouched room all the time. They say you're in heaven and we will all get to see you again. I wan't to believe it so badly, but I can't. The fact you are gone forever hurts me so much. Why am I crying right now? Why are my hands shaking so bad. Adair, could you please write me back? Just this once??! PLEASE. I love you too much for this to be ok. Just tell me how you are doing, and how much you love me again. One more time is all I need, ok? I swear I won't send you another email or give your sister another letter and ask her to leave it in your room for you to read. Its only been one year and I'm dying inside. I can't imagine how the rest of my life is going to be. I'm so selfish.
Please talk to me again. I love you so much, I can't even express it. Its not fair how short of a time I had with you, or how short your life was. Come back, please? You will right? There is now way you would torture me like this for any longer right?! Don't make me try to join you, please. I'll see you soon, ok? -Bella
I failed to read the text bellow and clicked the link despite the obvious instructions not to do so, thus shitting myself. Thank you Rune for this life changing experience.
I had a music teacher that was a huge pain in the fucking ass in 6th grade. It was at a school I had just transferred to, and I got there around late Oct. so not too late in the school year. It was my first day there in band, and when I got there I was pretty exited since I loved music and we had such nice equipment. I needed to be given something to play for that year, so she asked me what or if I could play anything. I then told her a played piano, however I was self taught and I could not read music, and she used this to belittle me before I had been in her class for 10 minutes.
She told me to sit down at the piano, so I did. She put music in front of me and told me to play it, to which I said I couldn't, since I can't read music. She then said something like "Well I guess you were lying when you told me you could play piano then, huh." This made honestly no sense to me, since I just told her that I couldn't read music, but still play. I asked her if I could play a song by ear that I knew to show her I new how, but she said I couldn't cause it wasn't "real playing".
After that load of bullshit, she told me I would be playing the drums (bass and snare) for band, which was fine with me. So each student at the beginning of the class must play part of a piece on their instrument and they will be graded with basically a pass or fail. She did this with all the students, and then asked me to play sheet music of some song on the drums. I didn't know why she thought I could play this. I mean- I don't even know how to express the lack of logic in this. Of course, I failed. Actually, she failed me before I even got through the 1st measure and said "I'm sorry Bella, but you get an F. I don't have time for students who just want to waste my time. You're done."
I'm not sure why, but she hated me all year. I think its cause of my musical abilities which sounds prideful, but I think its true. She had heard me play, and I had heard her students play and I know for a fact that I could play better than them. I think the fact that I had no training and I could play better that the kids that she had taught really pissed her off. She failed me that school year, with a score of 40% which is obviously an F. It brought down my GPA so I couldnt be in sports, AND I had to go to summer school cause of that fucking bitch.
It wasn't just me who she "abused", or whatever you would call it. There was also this extremely mentally handicapped girl in 8th, who could not so much as read or anything. She was about as smart and mentally capable no more than a 4 year old, however, she was very sweet, just dumb. The music teacher would constantly abuse her and send her into anxiety like attacks, which was extremely painful to see.
What amazes me is by the time I got to that school, she had already been there for 51 years. If I saw her now I would not stop to punch that huge, motherfucking fat ass bitchy shit faced cunt right in the gut. The worst she can do to me now is sit on me.
I took the test 3 times and got INTJ every time. After reading a bit of information on the personality type, I thought it did sound a lot like me. It said people who are INTJ often have a career in science and engineering, which is what I plan to go into. It also said they have a hard time understanding social rituals, and are usually clueless when it comes to attracting a partner, which I totally relate to among many other things said.
Decided to be Edward Scissorhands this year.
Happy Halloween guys.
Gets me every time.
When I can't fall asleep, it is typically cause of anxiety. I'm not sure why, but my mind gets in a restless state and keeps me awake and also makes my body restless, even though I'm tired and want to go to sleep (maybe some of you can relate?). When I get to this point there is nothing I can do to fall asleep, and trying to fall asleep just makes it worse. I just stay up all night till morning.
There are things, however, that I can do to prevent this from happening or do when I feel the anxiety coming on before I go to sleep.
First thing is to try to go to bed and wake up at the same time so my body can form a habbit.
Second is not using electronics 30 min. before sleep (maudia said this).
Third, is listening to something peaceful, which goes against #2 but whatever. I find that the podcast, Welcome to Night vale, is very good to sleep to. I usually fall asleep before the 20-24 minutes is up.
I like the idea of having a bit of a smaller word limit. Less to work with but less to write which can help you focus more on detail (or at least thats how it works for me). For genres I was going to suggest adding other ones that were not in the poll last time like, folklore, mythology, and narrative nonfiction to the mix, but I doubt any of those would be popular or appealing enough.
The heroic fantasy genre that was brought up earlier sounds like an interesting choice, though its something I have never written before. Trying new things is good though.