Control Is Never Achieved

...when sought after directly. It is the surprising outcome of letting go. (James Arthur Ray)

I came across this little blog awhile ago (click here to see it) and since I read it, it has been stuck in my head. Now if you read the story, and you may want to read the story, it is quite provocative and very enticing. That is not why I am stuck on it though, it just seems to me that the actions would not progress the way that they she has told. So I propose my own little what if scenario for the talented writer to consider.

What if I was there right now?
What if I was leading you on and making you believe that you were going to take from me what you wanted?
What if you learned the truth?
The truth that you were not the one that was in control.

__She got down on her knees no kiss, no encouragement, just pure desire and curiosity. She was too caught up in what she was after to realize that I had other plans for her but I was willing to play along for a moment or two. Her hands hands running up his legs, slowly making her way up to her goal. The zipper between her fingers she pulls down on it as she looks up at him. This is my moment he thought and with no more warning then a slight smile and a shake of the head, in one fluid like motion he picked her up off the ground and slammed her back hard up against the wall. His eyes were locked onto hers, looking down at her, no words were being said, just an intense stare of desire between them that seemed to be for an eternity but was only a few seconds before he moved his leg between hers. Pressing his knee up firmly into that magical area of her body that would soon be his for the taking. Keeping her pressed against the wall, he started to lift his knee up higher and higher until they were eye to eye. A slow lick of his lips before he moved in closer, but not to kiss her, to tease her a little. Moving his lips lightly over hers then up her cheek towards her ear. Breathing slightly into her ear before whispering, "You're not in control, you never were." Moving his head away slowly, he gives her a sly smile before grabbing her tightly enough by her waist to leave marks. He now takes his knee away from supporting her and she is now completely at his mercy for him to do whatever he pleases.


I think I will be stopping this here, it's not quite as detailed or graphic as hers was but I think it is well enough and I hope that she will let me know what she thinks about my take on her little passion project.

And who knows maybe I will continue it someday on my own.


Today I am in a fit of rage. Everything from my baseball team to my computer has just buried itself inside of me and poisoning my usual calm and cool demeanor. Couple that with my sexual frustrations of last night and we get a continuation of my little story here.


There he is, holding her firmly and still up off the ground with his bare hands. She is helpless in this position, only able to wait until he makes his next move. He looks into her eyes as his grip around her waist tightens, his fingertips pressing deeply into her skin that the little bit of fingernails he has start to pierce her flesh. Her skin starts to sting slight as sweat gets into the little tiny marks. He lets her down slowly, sliding his hands down and out from underneath her shirt where he then grabs the bottom hem and lifts it up and over her, tossing it across the room. Looking down at her he plays with the straps on her bra, snapping them against her pale skin, he is enjoying inflicting little bits of pain on her and knowing that there is a lot more to come. He softly caressing her skin with his fingers as he traces line on her exposed skin, slowly and carefully moving downward towards her jeans. Popping off the button and undoing the zipper, he slides the jeans off of her legs and throws them with her shirt. Taking a moment to check out his prize, there she is standing there in nothing but her bra and panties. He smiles softly and picks her up once more carrying her towards the bed and throwing her violently onto it. Grabbing one of the knives she always keeps close to her bed, he slides it underneath the straps of her bra and cuts right through. He does this enough times so that there is nothing holding it there anymore and then lightly glides the blade down over her skin, just enough so that she can feel the blade but without leaving any cuts until with a quick little flick one little cut here, and another one there. Upon reaching her panties, he makes a couple quick cuts and rips them off of her, leaving her completely exposed. Again he starts tracing lines onto her skin with the knife, occasionally giving her little cuts until he brings the knife down between her legs. Switching his grip so that now he is holding the blade, he slides the pommel all the way inside of her until all that is left is nothing but the blade sticking out. Leaving the blade there for safe keeping, he moves her around on the bed so that she is on her back and her head is hanging over the edge. As he begins to take off his pants he says to her, "you finally get the taste that you always wanted." Now standing in front of her completely naked, with his cock swelling in his hands, he places the head of it on her lips and pushing it inside of her mouth. Rocking his hips gently back and forth working all the way to the back of her throat and as she begins to swallows it, he goes even deeper. Holding her by her shoulders, so that she is not able to move, he starts rocking his hips back and forth a little more aggressively and begins to put her mouth to some really good use.



Well I think that is enough for now but I will definitely have to get back to this at some point.

No Fucking Quote On This One.

This is the extent of my night. A girl who I slept with once has started to host poker nights about every month or so and invites me because well I like poker. Now her and I have some history due to the fact that we slept together once and I flat out ignored and avoided her for at least six months and in that process apparently broke her heart as she actually had real feelings for me, which I only just learned about. Regardless, another person who ended up showing up tonight was this co-worker of the girl I slept with, and her name was Haley. Now Haley did not just display a bit of cleavage, she put it out there for the world to see and I was sitting beside her and how things were set up was partially in the path of me view of the hockey game on the tv. So while I was looking at said hockey game I had ample opportunity to take in the wonderment of her bosoms. Awhile after we finished playing poker we get into talking about sex and sharing stories, which did not really help me at all seeing as not only have I gone without masturbating for over a week now, but also being caught up on checking out Haley over the course of the night. Needless to say I was a bit turned on. At one point I realized that I was never going to catch the last bus of the night that I needed to catch in order to get home. Haley however offered to give me a ride since she lived in my general area. I graciously accepted the offer and let my imagination run wild for a bit about what could happen. But then, it happened. About 10 minutes after the offer to give me a ride was put out there she brings up the fact that she has a boyfriend. I was just all fucking fuck fuck fuck! I was quite worked up at this point and was none to pleased to hear about that.

So as I sit here now typing this out I cannot help but feel that I have a slight case of the blue balls, mostly done to myself with letting my imagination getting out of hand with the nights events but it has happened. I have also realized that life is a cruel fucking bitch.



Please excuse the profanity.

Vices Are Often Habits

...rather than passions. (Antoine Rivarol)


This will be a quick and simple post that will address two things, a list of topics for future posts, and me challenging myself. Both of which will occur over a long period of time so this post will be updated periodically, so do not fret if you continue to see this over and over.

(Started May 26 2:14AM EDT - Last Update: June 1 9:41PM EDT)

The first being my lovely and new friend who offered up suggestion for a series of posts that I did last night (click here to see it) was gracious enough to offer up some more suggestions. Now as I finish this list off I will insert a link each suggestion with its corresponding page. Now here is her list.

I have so far done two off the list below, please feel free to click on the links below and enjoy.

-list ten noteworthy(to you) events that have transpired in the last 24 hours <<< link
-list 25 things you believe are good for the soul
-when all is said and done will you have said more then you have done
-what is the difference between living and existing <<< link
-whats the hardest thing you have ever had to tell someone
-what is worth dying for
-what brings out the best and worst in you
-what do you wish you didn't know
-what are ten facts about you that no one knows
-what are the three most powerful words in the English language..explain
-what makes you feel naked?
-whats a belief that you hold that most people disagree with



Secondly, as of this moment I am going to swear off two things for however long of a period of time as I can. The first one will be no more pop, or as some of you may call it soda. I drink a substantial amount of it and I really need to cut back, so here is to my success at that. The other thing I am going to give up may sound a little crazy to some, but that is I am going to stop masturbating for awhile. I have no real reason as to why, I just feel like I should. I do masturbate quite a bit, I am a single guy after all who has not gotten anything in quite awhile.

Days Without Pop: 7
Days Without Masturbation: 7

Wish me luck.

(June 2)
Well it has been a whole week now without either pop and without masturbating and well it has not been easy but I am nonetheless enduring the hardships that I have set out for myself. I am tempted though to use a loophole in the pop situation though. In essence I quit drinking pop because I was drinking a lot of it, but most because it was the only source of caffeine that I had. Being that I was only getting caffeine from pop I was drinking a lot of it to satisfy my body's craving for it, hence wanting to quit. There are however caffeine free pop flavours out there though, such as root beer, and 7up. I could exploit this and I may yet but for now I am not.

(September 16)
Took me awhile to get back to this but here I am with an update. I am proud to announce that I am caffeine free and even though there are moments where I want to gobble some up I have stayed strong and resisted the urges. I am however still drinking non-caffeinated pop, it is just too hard to completely resist but I am trying to drink it sparingly. Unfortunately with vice number two, the with-holding from did not last all that long but at least I was able to cut back from the number of times I did it, which is at least a positive.

The Best Thing About The Future

...is that it comes one day at a time. (Abraham Lincoln)




This is not going to be so much about a list of noteworthy events but a re-telling of the past twenty-four hours.

My day started when my alarm clock went off at eight o'clock in the morning, ok well really it did not start then because lets face it I stayed in bed for another hour before finally getting my butt up and out. At which point I then proceeded to hop from my bed to my computer to check messages, emails, facebook, you know the usual things. I ended up having a brief conversation with somebody while on there but interrupted it because I was in desperate need of a shower. Like it was so hot in my room I was pretty much sweating throughout the night in need of a shower. Yeah disgusting. Regardless I had my shower which was absolutely amazing. After my shower, I sat back down on my computer and continued my conversation with my friend for awhile longer.

Eventually I said my goodbye, put on some clothes and proceeded to head out into the world, to none other than get my monthly bus pass. Except I was having a bit of an off day and I attempted to leave three times before managing to remember everything that I would actually need on my trek across the city. On my way to catch a bus I stopped off at a bank and finally deposited my income tax refund. Only took me about a month to get around to do that. Oh by the way I love girls in tank tops, very nice and being tall gives the advantage of a higher viewing angle to make me being a sick pervert all the more better.

After the bank I headed over to the transit way to catch a bus and head my way over to St. Laurent Shopping Centre. Why St. Laurent you ask? Well it is because the lines for to get bus passes/tickets is a lot shorter than lets say the Rideau Centre. Upon receiving my bus pass I hoped back on a bus and headed on towards home, before I actually went back home though I stopped off at Walmart to pick up a few things. One thing I decided to do there was get my hair cut. Maybe not the best idea, but I did it nonetheless. Now I had a little lady who for religious reasons covers her own hair out in public, and here she is routinely cutting and styling people's hair. I found this to be an odd thing. Anyway I got my hair cut and went in search mode for a white curtain that I could use to help reflect some of the light and hopefully heat from coming into my bedroom window. Unfortunately they just did not have what I was really looking for and so I was disappointed. I did go and pick up some stuff to clean up my keyboard, it is fun stuff that's all gooey and squishes in to get around all the keys and clean everything out. I also picked up some pills, some candy and some non caffeinated liquid refreshments for myself.

Can I also mention that sundresses are hot? Really? I can? Good! Because they are so unbelievably hot, well except on fat people who should never be allowed out to play. I am a cruel person.

I walked on home with my bag of goodies only to find upon my getting there was that my roommates dog left a pile of shit on one of the steps. I was tempted to just leave it there for my roommate to have to clean up but it was very hot, humid and sticky and that caused there to be a bit of a smell. So I grudgingly cleaned it up, sprayed the spot with a ton of odour remover. After telling the dog that it was bad over and over I decided it was time to pull out some steak and get it marinating for my dinner the next day. And yes I made sure to wash my hands beforehand to make sure I did not get any fecal matter on them. I went rummaging through the fridge and started dumping a slew of things into a container, adding various herbs and spices along the way and slathered my steaks with the concoction. Wrapped them up and stuck them back in the fridge for everything to soak in thoroughly.

After I got done with that I was out of the house again! Busy, busy, busy. I was starving at this point and only had one craving on my mind to satisfy me and that craving was Subway. Mmm, mmm, mmm. So I walked over to the nearest Subway and ordered myself a foot long spicy italian, on honey oat, with double swiss cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, green peppers, onions, cucumbers, hot peppers, mustard and hot sauce. Normally I do not get it with any cucumbers but I thought I would mix it up a little, because I am totally a rebel like that. Anyway I brought my submarine sandwich back home where I quickly devoured half of it in what seemed like no time flat. I set the other half aside because I knew I would need it later at some point and mellowed out for awhile watching the latest episode of A Game of Thrones online. Great show. Then after that show, I ended up watching the latest episode of American Chopper - Senior versus Junior. I used to be a huge fan of watching them build the bikes and amazed at some of the stuff that they came up with, but with anybody who started out watching for the bikes you became engulfed by the family struggle that those two had and now that they have split, going there separate ways it is hard to not want to see them reconcile. So I watch the show, not just admiring the creative processes but hoping for them recapture apart of their father-son relationship.

Interspersed amongst all of that I had been messaging back in forth with a couple people, one an older friend who I was giving a hard time because she was cheating at her Harry Potter marathon. Skipping movies, seriously. Cheating. The other was a relatively new friend who is quite awesome, most of the time (laugh out loud). She is cool though. Before long though I had to get myself ready and venture back out unto this world of ours. I filled up my water bottle, grabbed a small towel, and a zip up hoodie, tossing them all into my backpack to take along with me. I grabbed a bunch of things off of my desk, shoving them into my wallet and off I went. Only to realize after about three quarters of the way to where I needed to catch a bus that I had forgot to grab my backpack and also some gum. Silly me. I stopped back in at Walmart, grabbed a bottle of water and some gum and was on my way to meet up with a couple people from my volleyball team at a pub. Our team captain, Y.K., had set a tentative time of meeting up at six o'clock and I am lucky I did not aim for that time. I showed up about 6:30pm and found no one else there. After some idle chit chat with the one waitress who asked me if I was at the right place, seeing as there were a total of three similar places along the street. I assured her that I was at the right one and sat down at a table to wait it out for awhile. Thankfully, it was only a few minutes later that Susannah showed looking quite nice since she just came right over from work. We talked a bit and ordered a drink before our fearless captain finally showed up. It ended up only being the three of us but that was a lot better than me just being there by myself.

We finished our drinks and headed on over to where we play volleyball and practiced a little while more team members showed up for our game and we set off to kick some ass. Though unbeknownst to use the other team had a bit of a secret weapon in the form of a very tall, pale and relatively skinny guy in a wife beater and an old school pair of short shorts. The idea was to distract us, but luckily for us there was one girl on the other team who was more distracted then any one else and well I picked on her as much as I could with the ball. We had quite the decisive victory over them the first match, switched sides and fell apart a little bit. There secret weapon was also fairly good and for a moment some of our players were having a hard time getting the ball over the net without putting it within his reach. We fought back a bit but without any luck and lost the second match. The third match swung things back into our favour. With some skill and luck we had for the first time won the match and the game overall with two sets to one. We played around a bit after since we still had time remaining and then went and had a drink together. We talked some more getting to know each other better since none of us had really done that yet as a complete team and it was quite enjoyable.

After awhile, we decided that it was time to call it a night and headed our separate ways. After walking to the O-train, hopping on that and then a bus to home it was about 11:00pm when I finally got home. I had sat down at my computer for a bit and decided I should send an email to Susannah, who asked if I wanted to play tennis with sometime during the night and just wanted to confirm that whenever she wanted to get together and play I would be up for it and or even if she wanted to work on her volleyball skills I would be happy to help. So with that done I crawled into bed and messaged with Shannon again until I rudely fell asleep on her without saying anything to her. My sleep did not last that long though. I am not sure when I fell asleep exactly but I woke up at like 4am and just could not fall back asleep. The entire time I was tossing and turning and trying to fall back asleep all I could smell was the other half of my sub that I had set aside. It drove me nuts and sure enough I gave in and ate the rest of it and boy was it ever tasty.

I then started to write this and that is roughly my past twenty-four hours.

Questions Are Never Indiscreet

...answers sometimes are. (Oscar Wilde)


Are you tired of looking for the perfect question? Tired of not finding the one that you want? Well you are in luck! Here at Crazy Quincey's Question Emporium we are having a question bonaza! AND! For a limited time offer, we will throw in the answer for free! Now is that a deal or is that a deal?

what is one thing the world could do without?

► Just one thing? I could easily make a huge list what the world could do without but I think for the sake of this I will limit myself to just one. Money. If we could live in a world without money I think everybody would be much better off, no trying to just make ends meet, no greed, no class segregation between the wealthy and the poor.

what is something the world could use more of?

►Vegetation, this world is needing more and more vegetation, preferably of the green variety. We all know about global warming and whether you want to believe it or not is a whole other discussion, but bear with me for a moment though. The dinosaurs were as big as they were because they lived in a period of Earth's history that had a highly oxygenated atmosphere. Now I for one saw something strange in high school, the preceding classes coming up got smaller and smaller. Sure it is possible that there is a completely different and viable reason for that but it is at least something to ponder over. Then of course besides the extra oxygen there is the matter of more food, more trees to climb, more meadows to frolic in, etc, etc, you get the idea.

What is one skill you have that you are most proud of?

►One thing about me is that I do not have any skills that really stand out ahead of anything else that I am capable of doing though, there is one thing that I have been complimented on numerous times by various people. That is I have a bit of a talent for writing. Personally I do not see it but sometimes you just have to trust in other people's judgements.

If you could change your name what to and why?

►For the longest time I got called by my last name, so much so that even a few of my teachers called me by it, it was strange. Also, a little sad because about eighty percent of the people who knew of me, did not even know what my first name was, oh well what are you going to do? Change your name to fucking Bruce Wayne that's what! Hell yeah bitches, and then my nickname could be 'Batman' how epic would that be?

What are the three most important words in the English language?

►This is a difficult question that all depends on your definition of importance. For me I would have to say that the three most important words are "How are you?" Not just a simple how are you out of curtsey, but an honest to god, actually caring to hear what the person has to say how are you.

What is one thing you want to tell someone but you can’t for whatever reason?

►One thing that I want to tell someone but cannot for whatever reason would be to say this, You are the absolute worst person I have ever met, or ever known, and that I feel absolutely sorry for the baby that you brought into this world it deserves a whole lot better then you.

Forgetting how old you are according to reality terms how old do you think you are?

►I am going to attack this question on three fronts, mentality, maturity, and physical. My mentality is younger than I actually am, I do not live my life as being grown up, or an adult, it is more of an misguided youth. Maturity wise I would say that I am well beyond my years, always have been. Now physically I am finally catching up with my age, sure I will still go out and do things that I know I should not be doing because I am hurt in whatever way, it is no fun to sit on the sidelines. Doing that for so long over the years has definitely strained my body and I am slowing down a bit.

Can you lie without saying anything?

►Yes, you can totally lie without saying anything. Body language has a huge impact in any sort of social contact and can sometimes say a lot more than words.

If you could get one message out to the world and have them all listen to you what you you say?

►To save this from getting into one very long speech I will simplify it for everybody. Get your fucking heads out of your asses and smarten the fuck up.

If you could spend a day with no repercussions how would your day go?

►I really do not have an answer for this, I just do not know. Go around feeling all the ladies up? Rob a bank? Kill somebody? Just walk around naked for the entire day? Pee all over George W's leg/ All things that I could do but I do not see the point, ok well maybe the last one would be worth doing.

Are there skeletons in your closet that shouldn’t be?

►I do not think so, my closet is pretty bare, though at the same time people might just be oblivious to what all is out in the open so I do not know if that counts or not.

Have you ever done something wrong that constantly haunts you?

►Masturbating, seriously, the billions of sperm that have no chance at fulfilling their life's destiny solely because I could not keep my hand out of pants. Sad, so sad.

Whats worth more risk and reward or moral rightness??

►Risk and reward, hands down. You can live your life on the moral high ground all you want but you cannot get anywhere in life unless you are willing take the necessary risks, there just is no argument on this one. Sure it sucks that you have to risk it all but that is just apart of life and the feeling of hitting it big after risking it all is one of the greatest feelings you can have.

If you answered moral rightness do you actually have what it takes to not just say it but do it?

►Since I did not answer moral rightness, I cannot really answer this properly but I will answer it regardless. Do I think I could have what it takes to not just say it but back it up? Yeah I do, not so much because I have any sort of actual set morals about things but because I know the difference between right and wrong and I would much rather do right by others than to wrong them.

Would you break the law for a loved ones life?

►As in saving a loved ones life? Yeah, without a doubt. There is no greater cause worth fighting for then love. Love makes everything else in the world seem pale in comparison.

What is the most important thing to you right this moment? Will it still be that important to you at 90 years old?

►I guess right now the most important thing for me is that I am still alive, that does not really say much but it is nice to still be here living on this planet. I am sure down the road that my answer will change and I hope it does but for now, in this moment that is what it is and I imagine that when I am 90 years old I would still value being alive.

What are you thinking right now??

►Ahh the thoughts that are all up inside my brain at the moment in time. Well I give a bit of a rundown at what is all inside of there.
- A girl who has given me more to think about pretty much everything than anybody else ever has.
- Poker on Saturday night, hopefully win me some moolah.
- How hot and sticky it is in my room, and how it feels like a bit of a sauna.
- That I need a haircut, preferably tomorrow, as well as a few groceries.
- Volleyball tomorrow.
- Mmm juice.
- And how this has taken me longer to write then I thought it would.

If you could do it all over again would you change anything?

►I have answered this question over and over many times before amongst my posts, and the answer is and will always be a resounding no.

If you had to teach something what would you teach?

►As in a scholarly subject? I would say I would teach either math, physics, or perhaps even philosophy.

Time or money?

►Well in this day and age, time is money so they are essentially one in the same. That sort of defeats the whole question so you are just out of luck.

What made you smile last?

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What is it you fear the most?

►I fear that I will be right, and that I will be alone for the rest of my life.

Who is it you hate the most?

►Honestly speaking, I really do not hate anyone. There are people that I dislike for various reason but I would not say that it is strong enough to go to hate. If I have to choose the one that I dislike the most, I would have to go with my brother.

What makes you the saddest?

►Feeling like my life just is not worth it, that I would be better off if I just was not here at all. That makes me the saddest and it is an unshakeable feeling sometimes.

What turns you cold with fear?

►Going into the water at the beach or in a pool, I am not a water person and I cannot swim at all, not even float, so I do freak out whenever I attempt to go in larger pools or bodies of water sometimes.

Live and never love? or love and know heartache?

►Speaking from experience and knowing both the feeling of love and heartache I would have to go with the latter. Just experiencing the feeling of love at all is well worth any pain that might eventually come with it, even though in most cases it takes a lot of time to come to that realization.

5 traits that are stereotypically the opposite sex that are very much your traits as well

►Five traits, not sure if I can do that but I will give it my best shot.
1. I am a sensitive person and not afraid to get in touch with my emotions from time to time, though for the most part I do tend to hide them very well.
2. You know that whole Jedi mind trick that a woman can do bringing up what seems like every little thing against you in a fight? Yeah I can do that, I love it.
3. This might fall under the whole sensitive thing but I am giving its own trait. I am very caring person, even to those that I have never met or know.
4. I like to cook. I know this might sound a little sexiest, or make it seem like I think woman to belong in the kitchen, I do not think that at all.
5. I can appreciate a nice shoe. Not pumps, not heels, or any other kind that you woman go ga-ga over. Comfortable shoes, that I actually wear more than once in a lifetime.

The Whole Secret Of Existence Is To Have No Fear

Never fear what will become of you, depend on no one. Only the moment you reject all help are you freed. (Buddha)


I recently had a conversation with a friend and it led to some things being said about that needed to be said and to be heard. It ultimately boils down to what the difference is between living and existing in this world. I am not proud of it, nor am I ashamed of it, but I am the former. I just live in this world I do not exist in it.

The way I see it to exist in this world is to be apart of it, not just to simply be alive and living your life, but to reach down deeper inside yourself. To share yourself with others and connect deeply with all living things whether it is in an positive or negative way. My friend was right when she said what is the point of being alive if you were not willing to share yourself with others. There is no point, and to not share is to be living a dead life. I do know this and I do understand this completely. The key point in there though is that you have to share yourself with others to exist and even though I open myself up to care about others, I keep myself closed when others try to get in. That is why I only live in this world and not exist.

I have said and this is still as true as ever that I am who I am, and there is nothing I would change about myself if I could. There is no bullshit about that. I have had my moment when my world came crashing down around me because it was too much for me to bear any longer. Even though the circumstances around that might seem less significant when compared to others, but for me it was nothing less than rock bottom. To keep this simple, I had lost faith in everything, including the only thing that I ever had to truly rely on and that was myself. There has never been another time in my life when I had wished more for death to come take me away so that I could just move on to whatever lies beyond. Right now in this moment in my life I only live it, because just simply living in this world is essentially being dead to it and that is what I am. I am dead.

I live my life without letting others in because this is my way of cutting myself, my way of committing suicide a million times over without actually doing it. I would not change who I am because deep down to the core of my being this is what I believe I deserve and need right now in my life. Not because I am some masochist that needs to feel pain to feel alive. So that when I finally find the faith that I lost in myself I will be a much stronger and better person because of this.

Sleeping Is No Mean Art

For its sake one must stay awake all day. (Friedrich Nietzsche)

It was been awhile since I have been on here writing quizzical nonsense and at the direction from a new friend was told that I should go blog about something. Not knowing what to write about I asked her what I should write about and she was kind enough to give me some suggestions. So this post is dedicated to you.

The suggestions that she gave to me were:
1. Best thing that has happened in your life.
2. The most traumatic event.
3. Write a letter to three different people telling the things you would never actually say in person.
4. A list of 10 regrets, and a list of 10 goals.

Now with the help of the oh so wonderful insomnia I will attempt to get as much of them as I can before I eventually crash for a few hours of sleep.

Seeing as there is multiple suggestions I am going to break them up, and furthermore since the first two are past events that have happened in my life I am going to go ahead and post them on my other blog The Memories That Were. As for them and the others I will post associated links on here as they become finished, all you will have to do is click each suggestion on the list above to view each of their corresponding posts.