I've discovered that my being so happy and content recently has really eaten into my inspiration for any poetry.

I think that's kind of sad, looking back, at how sorrowful and regretful my work was. And how so many of my poems were written about a specific pain cause by a specific situation.

Now, that situation has been resolved. It has had an almost unbelievable happy outcome. It worked out. And now, I find myself with no words to describe it.

I am so thankful. And so happy.

I am 18 now. It's nice. Wish me a happy birthday. Go ahead. Do it.





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-L

So... Lottie's been a lazy Lottie. I've been writing alot... but never really gotten around to uploading anything. i should be getting more stuff up within a week. Things around here have changed. Weird.

-L

HEY! I'm going to be getting internet access in my house soon, so prepare for a boat-load of new deviations.


oh yes. I know you're just counting the minutes.


-L

. My friend Ian (who was the subject of my poem "Anything Right" a few months ago) tried killing himself again, but this time he was successful. I'm not sure what to think... but I feel as though it was inevitable. I had been reading "The Savage God" by A Alverez, and it's theories on suicide in Art, Science and Religion. One theory is that suicide is built into a person. It's constantly there. I don't know... but it would make sense, seeing as how even after his so called "Revelations" and Discoveries of how life was good.. it wasn't enough to keep him from going at it again. He was a good friend, though... and one of the only people to want to read every single one of my writings. He will be greatly missed. I just wanted to write about it here, Just so say Thank you, Ian, for everything. I'll remember you always. You were a key character in the Life' o' lottie earlier on. I met you here, at the library. I remember the day I met him. I was sitting accross that table from him, and started writing back and forth to him in my notebook. I still have it somewhere, I should try to find it.

Rest in Peace, Cheif.

Ian Vealora
1988-2006

-L