The blank page

The blank canvas of a blank page, is meant for the words to pain a story. The taunting story of the horror that is trying to write one, is my nightmare. Every time I see this blank page, I freeze up. My thoughts turn to, you aren't good enough, you will never write anything worth reading. The fact that I can't seem to bring myself to tell any story worth wild is what makes these horrible things I tell myself true. The only problem is I know these aren't my true feelings, but they are the words of the people of my past. I have to learn to over come the voices in my head, in order to find the voice I am looking for it. One day when I sit down at this blank page, I will write a story that is worth reading, until then I will just keep printing up the stories I have already, maybe finishing one of them will give me what I want.
A wonderful story.

Cyn's Day at the Beach

Cyn and her husband planned a special day at the beach. They packed a blanket, some lunch, an umbrella, a few towels, and put on swim suits under their clothes. It took all morning to drive out to the beach. Cyn could hardly contain her excitement. When They arrived at the beach Cyn's husband laid out the blanket while she fixed the umbrella for shade. They, then sat down and had their lunch while talking.

After all the food was eaten, and Cyn had all the left over trash packed away for the journey home, she decided to go play in the water. She took off her regular clothes and in only her swimsuit, she started splashing in the water. It wasn't long before she spotted a sand dollar in the water. She reached in to picked it up. She pulled out a crab that was smiling at her. She tilted her head and said, "hey, You aren't a sand dollar!"

The crab clacked its claws. "Nope!" and it pinched her arm. She dropped the crab and it started to chase her clicking and clacking his claws behind her.

"This means War!" she exclaimed, as she turned on a dime. She fell to the ground and started digging. The sand flew into a pile behind her, and before she knew it she had a moat dug, and the waves were filling it up with water.

A few sea turtles were close by and decided they wanted to swim in her mote. "Alright, but we are at war with Mr. Crab over there! I'll build our castle!."

Cyn worked hard and made her castle. She had just hug her flag when a sudden air attack came in the form of poop from seagulls. Cyn dove into her sand castle and screamed, "We're under attack!"
Suddenly, the seagulls were hit by water jets from a few dolphins playing near by, who decided to join the fun. One took a moment to rinse the poo off of Cyn's bathing suit. It tickled so much she giggled.

Out of no where a pup smashed into the moat and the sea turtles attacked with throwing starfish like ninja stars. Mr. crab called the hermit crabs to march into battle after the sea turtle ninjas and they pinched their tails.

Next the pelicans started dropping clams on the hermit crabs like atomic bombs. The hermit crabs fly off the sea turtles in a cloud of sandy dust. Fish start jumping up at the dolphins popping them on the nose with their tails.

Mr. Crab gathers the local seals, and they charge Cyn's sand castle. Seeing them charge, Cyn grabbed a stick, holding it like a sword in the air, points it at Mr. Crab, and screams. "Charge!"  The ware was on and the battle was being fought gallantly by both sides. Everyone proceeded to give their all as the two generals charged for one another. Cyn and Mr. Crab collided in a great sword fight. He went left, and she swung right. He countered with a open claw, and she ran her sword down the middle delivering the fatal blow.

"Ahhh! You got me!" she screamed out, and everyone stopped to see his final death scene. Cyn stood victorious over Mr. Crab, looking down at him, not making a sound. The whole beach fell quiet as everyone watched. All a sudden, Cyn erupted with laughter, and she fell beside Mr. Crab.

Everyone looked at one another confused about what as going on. Slowly waves of laughter swallowed the crowd, and everyone who had been fighting, were now rolling in the sand holding their sides. The dolphins were doing flips, and the fish were jumping out the water. The birds all landed, laying on their backs giggling.

A shadow fell over Cyn and Mr. Crab. They looked up, and there stood her husband with a smile on his face. "Are you done yet, Love?" he asked her.

She grinned and nodded. All her new friends helped her clean up the beach, replacing the sand, and leaving very little trace of the amazing battle that was fought. Her husband helped her pack up the truck. Cyn waved good bye to everyone as she climbed into their truck.

"Did you enjoy yourself at the beach today?" Her husband asked her.

"I sure did." she told him. "It was a wonderful day at the beach. I enjoyed every second of it." she smiled to him, as they drove home from their trip to the beach.

The end.

2/27/2019

So, my thought process is if I keep pushing myself to write something every chance I get, may something interesting will pop out my words. Right now with all this pressure in my ear, I simply can't think of anything else to talk about.

I literally feel like there is an elf in my ear blowing up balloons and shoving them behind my eardrum, and between my jaw, and also behind my eye. I'm not happy, and the ER found nothing. Now I'm, sitting here waiting for tomorrow, when i get to go see my regular doctor, who doesn't believe anything I say, and who will pass me off on yet another doctor.

Why are doctors so arrogant, when they know nothing. This man wouldn't know how to treat a broken barn door, because he would be too blinded by how big the side of the building is.

2/21/2019

In the grand scheem of things, today is nothing but a blip on the radar. 

However, that isn't so for me. I'm sure once the problem if fixed, today will take on a meaningless moment, eventually. but right now. Today sucks. 

My main computer is down. I just got the internet working on it. I just got the freedom of doing things I want. Now, my music is locked, and I'm stuck using a tinny tablet like laptop that strains my eyes to see. I won't lie, i feel like a fish out of water. 

Tomorrow, I will probably get up and stop sulking and learn to fall in love with this tablet thing as I did the big computer, at least until it goes to the doctor and gets fixed. Now I know, you might find me a bit moronic or crazy worrying over a computer like that, but you have to understand what this computer means to me. I am in my thirties, and I'm broke most the time. This computer was given to me by a friend so i would have a way to escape the fact I'm sick. 

I live in a gaming world, called Second Life. In the sim, Sanctuary. It is where I see my brother, he isn't my brother in Real Life, but he is my brother in the game. I've been visiting this world since I was in my late teens early twenties. Over twelve years ago. 

I've always been looked at as, different in my family. An out cast because I didn't understand certain things, and often said the wrong thing at the right time to piss everyone off. Moments that when you look back they are scorched in your brain, and it seemed like time didn't exist. I've come to understand these moments a little better, but there is something that has always alluded me, why did i have to work so hard to fit in, when I so clearly didn't. I was happier sitting at my laptop enjoying my game than running around getting passed around the family, for them to deal with the fat annoying mental girl. 

Their sarcasm wasn't supposed to hurt. Like when my aunt teasingly called me a garbage disposal because I had an unquenchable hunger inside, and my body was slowly killing me... She didn't know. So you have to forgive her. She didn't know you thyroid was under productive, or that the hyperactivity was being eaten away by the depression of my mind splitting into several different personifications of my self. 

They didn't know, i carried my guilt of how fat I was. They thought I didn't know they were all laughing at me, and talking behind my back. The fact of it is, I did know. The funny stories my brother cherishes of how he left me in the woods in a fort while him and my other brother ran off to play basket ball with their friends. It's not supposed to hurt, when I don't remember the way I bombed them all when they returned. It's not supposed to bother me that I wasn't able to remember, because they took their drugged sister, put her in a fort in a tree and left her. Alone, for hours. 

It's my fault we don't get along anymore. It's my fault I don't know how to talk to them, and can't connect. It's my fault... yet i'm the one who stayed. Sitting in that tree, just like I stayed sitting in my room where everyone wanted me. Because I was too much for anyone to handle. I had to be drugged on a daily just for them to deal with me, simply because the teachers said so. 

It didn't matter to my teachers I was being left alone, in my room all the time to play with my toys because no one wanted to play with me. Not even my brothers. 

What mattered most, what made it my fault the most, was I spoke up. I told about the monster at home, that was hurting my family. I was too drugged to feel the beatings, and I wasn't going to allow my family to keep living like that. 

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I have a photo of myself in college. In this photo I was painted up like a man. I was studying face painting and one of the lessons was opposite gender day. We were supposed to wash or faces that day, but I for some reason couldn't. I didn't even think twice at the face in the mirror looking  back at me. I wonder, if I really loved the things I did, or if I only liked them because of what I was told I was supposed to like. My mind comes back to the one thing that I couldn't keep running from. 

I looked exactly like my brother, and I missed him so much. I worked hard to put him from my mind, the only person in my life that I really could stand. He was my middle brother, but he left. Rather than take his anger out on me, he left. I completely understood why he did, and given the choice, I'd probably had chosen to run with him. 

My mother gave our youngest brother away. I was the only girl, but he and I we genetically matched. Father, for father. Mother for Mother. He should have been my ride or die, but he wasn't. In our family, being the favorite didn't mean the best treated, it meant the one who didn't know the truth yet. I was the last on my step father's list of innocence to devour. 

My brother's played their part very well. I can't blame them for it, the things this man probably did to them. I don't even want to think... That's where my mind is left to wonder in the darkness of the night. I believed in the movies, and the way everyone would end with a happy ending. This one, it didn't have a happy start, and it doesn't get that much better. In fact, I die in the end. That's true for everyone, its when I die that is the question. The doctors give me sixteen, sixteen years left to die. If they are right, well, I guess you see how this story ends. pi

There are things I didn't like doing as a young girl, keeping my shirt on was one thing. The fact the boys were allowed to run around with out shirts and I wasn't was down right unfair. I didn't see a difference in who we were. We all had the same parts mostly. I cut my hair short, and I loved it. It was the happiest day of my life and I had to forget it, because my mother and grandmother cried for days, because I cut off my long blond hair. It was then I realized, it didn't matter how I felt. I'm a girl. 

Not just any kind of girl, I was the sunny bright happy costume loving, hyper, always dancing, singing, happy girl. I wanted to be just one of the guys, but that would never happen. Over the years I would find several reasons to hate my body, and myself. However, none as bad as that day I started hating myself for being a girl. I can't remember the day it started, but I remember the journey to it. It wasn't because I wasn't beautiful, it was because I wanted to be with my brothers, instead of alone in my room. But she's a girl.......... am I?

I have so many personifications to shift through, but none of them feel right. But there is that one, way back in the back of my mind, that feels like a gnawing creature sitting in a cage. 

I don't think I care if I'm a girl or a boy. The fact is I am both. I became a woman for my family, but the boy in me is still there too. But its ok, because I don't have to be afraid of that. I don't have to tell anyone, or maybe I do. I told my mate, i thought I might be a man, and shi shrugged her shoulders and said Ok. I am neither him or her, I am just me. I go by She, I like girly things, I like guy things. I don't quite know what the terms are for this, but I do know my sexuality is pansexual. Or something like that. I really don't care about someone's sex when it comes to attraction, I care more about their personality and who they are, than anything else. I am attracted to both male and females. The fact is, I'm ok with that. I know my family still won't be, but the fact of the matter is, I'm ok with that too. I've put my family though enough. They are finally happy, and I'm here sitting alone in my house with my mate and my pets. 

Tucked away like a little dark secret they never have to speak about, but then holidays come around. That's when they wanna unshelf me and show me off. So I get dressed up in their style of clothing. NO, no I love it mom. Buy some pink frilly little thing and go back into my kitten personification. I can't fully control who comes out at what time, but I can feel the change in personalities, Lily seems to favor my mate, I believe she yells at him because she likes him so much. Cyn hasn't shown up as much recently, but I've been here. Trying to work though the drama that is going on inside my mind at all times. I don't even know how many of us are in here, but I do know one thing, I can't cling to one sex, when there are at least six of us in here, and two of us are dudes. Hi. My name is Logan. My brother's name is Kouga. Man, I can't wait for you to meet Kouga. 

When I was younger, I wanted to be a boy to fit in. Now, I'm neither. I'm both. Either way, it doesn't matter. This is what keeps me company in the night, we are all together in one mind. Tucked away in our little house, dying, with the one person in the world I trust. Shi gets me. No matter what happens. Shi loves me. To hir, it doesn't matter what sex I am, as long as I'm happy. With hir, I am happy. Man or Woman doesn't matter to hir. Man or Woman Shi loves me.