RainDropsonStars's Journal

 I'm stuck at the bottom of an empty crevice in the ocean floor. I keep trying to swim up to the light, but my arm is stuck. I could cut it off, but then sharks would come. I could stay until someone comes to rescue me, but I'll drown in a few minutes.
 I haven't realized until now, but I'm so deep that the pressure is pressing against me so hard I can barely move. My arm isn't really stuck, my whole body is just trying to keep its shape under the pressure. No matter how I try, I cannot swim anywhere.
 I'm so frustrated. I claw furiously at myself, then realize it does no good. All I can think is how pathetic I will be, if I die down here. I haven't had the time to do everything I wanted: I never made it to any other country, I never learned everything my dad knew, I never kissed a boy. So many people I've been rude to, I want to find them and apologize. I want to talk to some of my relatives I haven't spoken to in a long time.
 I begin to cry. My salty tears mix with the saltier ocean. I find that even after I've cried all the liquids my eyes have, nothing has changed. I am not needed. If I die down here, who will know? If I survive, who will care? Life will continue its course for the entire population, except for perhaps fifty people who cared for me, a couple hundred who will stop to think "I knew her. Oh well."
 What do I really have to look forward to if I survive, anyways? Just a life in a society created by a species that is greedy and cruel. True, some are giving, but none have led a totally selfless life. Nor have I. There is no point for me to live, other than to feel the guilt I will have if my family thought me gone forever. It will be hard for them, I know, but what person has not commited a selfish act before?
 I can feel that my body has little oxygen left. Soon it will try to gasp for air, and swallow water instead. I will die. Before it can happen, I speak my last words, for no one to hear, but for me to know: I'm sorry.

Es once de noviembre
(I have fun with Spanish)
So  Im writing this with headphones on, yet I can still hear a plane. I can't escape them! Which makes me smile. (?)
Anyways....tonight is Pops concert for our school! And holy man I'm excited! It's a talent show and there are a million different bands playing. And theyre always great. My sister is, of course, in it because I mean, she's Kelly. And Kelly is in everything!
Sorry 'bout that. I'm your typical shunned little sister...*sniffs* but on a happy note! I'm writing a journal entry for the world! And on an even happier note, I've a new idea for another series! I havent had the time to write an entire part just yet, but I'm working on it. I shall have some sort of notice on our homepage (which, by the way, has finally been beautified by moi) so you can go check it out!
Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go to Pops now.
~Melia