Faerie121

Sorry I've disappeared.  I just kinda lost the motive to continue with DeviantArt.  Sorry.  But now I need to ask you to hold on and keep reading.
I'm on this thing called FanFiction.net and I love it!  Mostly.  I've been getting some hate on it from a guest, and because they're a guest I can't block them or report them.  
The first time they hated on me was for one of my fanfictions that I took up for someone who quit.  They said that I was a *blank* who was a *blanking* *blanking*  attention-seeking *blank.*  They also said to "listen to my mommy and focus on my studies."
They basically said a bunch of cuss words and told me to quit writing.  Of course, I didn't listen.  
Then they increased their instensity.
They told me to (quote) "do something useful for once and go take an overdose."

They told me to kill myself.

I'm trying to not let it bother me, but it does.  Those words are forever etched into my mind, and I can't stop thinking about it.  Could I really be that bad?  Maybe all my positive reviews are lies, and those people are only trying to make me feel better.  Are they doing it just to mess me up?  Do they mean it?
I can't stop thinking about it, and it hurts.  It makes me question everything.  My writing, my drawing, everything I love.  It hurts me, it's an actual physical pain.  
I know I should ignore them, but I can't help it.  What if...?

The moment when the thunder shakes the table you're drawing on is a very scary moment.  Your mind rushes through all the possible things that could happen.

Earthquake?
    Even if it's on the other side of the world, people still get hurt.  People still die.  Families and friends still get torn apart.
Tornado?
    I think this one is self-explanatory.
Tidal-wave?  
    I've heard that these can shake land.  But I live in Illinois so, probably not.
Hurricane?
What if the storm gets so bad the street floods and just washes everything away?
What if lightning strikes the house or a tree nearby?

What if, what if, what if...
The thunder shaking the table causes all this.  Such a small thing, leading to such big and scary thoughts.  Then it hits you.

These things have happened before.  People have died because of this.  Families and friends have been ripped apart.  
And it will happen again.
But when?  Is this the next one?
Can we stop it?
How many will people will go?
What even happens after death?

Ya, thanks for reading this tiny, itty bitty section of my brain.  I've still got the rest to go.
This barely even scraped the surface.

So, hey guys!  We've got a whirlwind of...stuff.

First, my dad is in the hospital.  Not looking for attention, not in the slightest, but I feel that it's major and needs to be said.  So, ignore any offense in religions, please say a prayer for him.  Please ignore any religious offense.  

So also, if you haven't read my other journal, The Gar'er, read it now.  Please, do yourself a favor.  Here's a link:   The Gal'erI was 9 when this happened.  I can't remember much from when I was nine, I don't even remember what grade I was in!  It was Halloween....
I was a black cat, so of course I got lost.  Well, not lost lost.  But I got separated from my family.  I knew my way around town and even if I didn't I knew everyone here; it was a small town.  Very small.  Everyone knew everybody.
I went back to my house, and all the streetlights were off except one.  I didn't mind though, the moon was bright.
I know what you're thinking; how the heck does she remember what she was thinking?!?!  Well, this night is forever burned into my memory-every single part of it.  But I didn't find out what happened till today.....
Someone-or something-was there outside our door.  It was facing the door so I couldn't see it's face.  It was tall, probably three times as tall as I was.  And I wasn't exactly short.
It's skin from what I could see from the one stree
I don't know what to do.

Also there's the matter of the ILLEGAL THING IN MY HOUSE.  Ya, apparently my saxe knife is illegal because it's over 6 inches.  So there goes my costume.  We would be facing a large fine (something to do with a two and a couple zeros), a thorough searching of our house, and lots of questions (EX: Are you planning on killing your family?  Friends?  Yourself?).  Plus my mom would be in jail for a year.
So ya, stuff. 
Happy All Hallow's Eve!!!!!  

Please note that because I am stupid I do not know how to write stories on DeviantArt, so I use the journal system.  It works quite well actually....
Hope you like this!

    I looked around me.  I was trapped.  Cornered.  Dead meat.  The beast crept towards me and leapt.  I opened my mouth to scream, but I couldn’t make a sound.  The horror of the creature before me was too much.  

    Wait, was that a….roaring sound?  

    “It was only a dream.”  I say, relieved.

    I look around, and freeze.  I had woken up, so this couldn’t be a dream.  Flames eagerly licked at the door, and I knew I would never get out that way.  I could hear my sister crying.  I stumble out of bed, horror written across my face.  

    I look around, searching for a way of escape, and find one.  My window.  I yank it open, and pull my jacket closer as the cold winter air outside bites at my face.  I’m on the top floor, but this is my only chance at survival.  

    I jump.

    I can feel my heart rise into my mouth as I’m falling, falling.  I scream the whole way down, until finally the ground slams into me mercilessly.  I crawl away from the burning house, gasping and coughing as the smoke worked it’s way into my lungs.

I was only five.

No, this is not a diary.  I just liked the way the title sounded.  So sorry!  :3
Let's talk about diaries.
I can't keep one because I ALWAYS forget about it.  It starts with one day, then another, then before I know it, I haven't written in it in over three years!!!!!  
I just recently got a new diary notebook thingy, and decided it would not be a diary.  It would b a not-diary.  On the first page I explained what it is.
'This is a not-diary.  I'm just writing down notes, stories, and certain experiences that really impacted me.

That's right, I'm a wyvern and if you don't stop reading right NOW I will eat you.  It will hurt.  A lot.'
I also drew a picture of a wyvern for the text that I wrote.  It's very humorous.  But I haven't written in it for two days, so I have to write in it now to get back into the habit.
*Gets pencil and not-diary and writes*