[Little Fish]

Are we still aloud to edit our forms? I just finished editing all of the font meme off of mine ;u; so sorry, I just though it was just pictures.

[geotalon]

Anything up to this point is safe, all forms with images after this are not counted. I have a list so please don't try to slide by.

[gap]

"a world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are."
same love . macklemore . w. ryan lewis . ft. mary lambert .

n a m e - -
jude
g e n d e r - -
male

j o u r n a l . e n t r y . 1 - -
me and my brother are two different people, yet when i look at him it's almost as if i were looking in a mirror. almost. my hair was a pink color while his was blue. we both had long teeth, but frankly i feel like i was transferred back into prehistoric time. plus, they get in the way of kissing my girlfriend katherine, but ex-girlfriend seems like the right term now. anyways, i woke up in bed with her hands delicately intertwined with mine and my arms around her (we sort of had a little sleepover.) but I had been planning this for weeks. my first girlfriend. we took a big step, but it felt so good to have her next to me. my synesthesia created a wonderful symphony of colors as well. speaking of synesthesia, i am classified to have three types;; grapheme color, chromesthesia, and mirror touch synesthesia. i don't understand why both of my parents don't experience this phenomenon but i guess this is my life. it was so beautiful and every touch she felt, i felt and it was amazing. although i still didn't know how to do this properly, she didn't mind. but of course my brother barges in and ruins everything. he sweeps my girlfriend off her feet, dates her for three weeks, then ditches her for his next catch. it's a tiring process, especially since i have to do his homework when he has his sleepovers. everything is so grey lately, my synesthesia is painting out a very sad picture for me. -tears blotch the ink-
j o u r n a l . e n t r y . 2 - -
i think i'm gay. i mean, a guy can't look this girly without being gay. it's kind of preposterous. but eww, I don't like the color of that word. it's all murky and grey like a puddle on a rainy day. anyways, i need to find my brother. after he had a fling with katherine, i found myself laying face down in an empty ally. i still don't know what happened that day. anyways, i went on to live by myself and made money by showing off my big teeth along with telling people the color of their name. it was blearily a living yet i still survived up until now. i'm broke and I'm confused. being a nineteen-year-old high school dropout is so much harder than being a sixteen-year-old straight a student. living under the roof of my loving parents was obviously taken for granted and i'm not even sure if they will accost me now because of my sexuality. my life is o-v-e-r over. at least my synesthesia is finally understandable. i just need to avoid allergy season and going out in the winter because i hate feeling other people's chillyness and that itchy feeling is the worst feeling. the only thing worse is the color of a sneeze, it's just like a giant blob of ugly flashes before your eyes. but enough about this, i need to stop writing and find my brother.

"and I can’t change, even if I tried. even if I wanted to."
she keeps me warm . mary lambert .

[Ravendarus]

N a m e;;
Klarabelle


G e n d e r;;
Female

Form of CLARA, Feminine form of the Late Latin name Clarus which meant "clear, bright, famous". The name Clarus was borne by a few early saints. The feminine form was popularized by the 13th-century Saint Clare of Assisi (called Chiara in Italian), a friend and follower of Saint Francis, who left her wealthy family to found the order of nuns known as the Poor Clares. As an English name it has been in use since the Middle Ages, originally in the form Clare, though the Latinate spelling Clara became more popular in the 19th century.

☯☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪❤☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☯

We cannot tell the
precise moment when
friendship formed.
As in filling a vessel drop by drop,
there is at last a drop
which makes it run over;
so in a series of kindness
there is at last one
which makes the heart run over.
Dr. Samuel Johnson (1709-1784)

J o u r n a l E n t r y 1;;
My earliest memory is one of when I was recently born; I was slender tiny, brown with bright pink hair. My deep blue and pink just opened too, the first thing I saw was my beautiful mother looking down upon me. I then saw my brother, my older brother with funny blue hair. I let out a soft yawn; life was easy for me who didn’t move too much. “Stay here young ones” My mother cooed gently nuzzling our heads, she trotted elegantly to the kitchen. I blinked and looked at my brother and nudged him, but he just grunted lightly, he didn’t want to wake up from his nap. I sighed and looked towards the window, the sun was pouring inside the room making me feel all nice and warm. It was nice laying here with my brother. It was the first time I really got to be close with my brother, though it wasn’t the last it was the sweetest. Because I often remembered my brother Jean to be a butt while we were growing up, so it wasn’t often that I could recall us just being… nice to each other. I love my brother don’t get my wrong, he’s a nice guy, a bit clueless, but he always had a small soft spot for me. I remember when we were just laying there eventually he glanced at me with open eyes, the ones that mirrored my very own, I can’t really remember what he said, I was young then and wasn’t very tuned into the whole talking thing yet. To me talking was just unnecessary at the time, and didn’t really make sense quite then. I remember him grabbing my paw and tugging on it, ever so playfully of course. I smiled back at him and patted his head with my other paw, and together we played so lovingly. Life was sweet back then, simple, and easy; it was the fondest memory I have of my brother and I just being together, and having fun, I can’t quite remember another time like it.

I do recall, our mother had come back shortly after and presented us with a snack, her homemade rice squares, they were tastier then they looked because they had marshmellows melted in them, which made them “super yummy” as we called them growing up. Man it was good, course as I said Jean could be a butt sometimes and would always take the last one… though sometimes he shared… rarely. When he did though I always gave him a huge hug. This was one of those times. He actually handed me one, half, but it was better then none, it was the first time he ever did it. Hence why I remember so well, I ended up tackling him to the ground in thanks. I felt really bad afterwards because I almost chipped his tooth, and he yelled at me for it, I cried and cried. I think he felt bad afterwards because he spent most of the afternoon hugging me and saying it was okay. Was it okay? I think, he was just upset that he got tackled by a girl; but it was really sweet of his to cheer me up afterwards. I vaguely remember the rest of the afternoon, mostly because it was naptime I think. That is my favourite childhood memory.

-Love Klara

☯☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪❤☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☯

“My prayer is simple my dear one,
my dear one.
May you never need understand.
My prayer is for peacetime,
my child, my child.
Live it well and this life can be grand.”
― Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, Hawksong

J o u r n a l E n t r y 2;;
I admit, I got mad, when he said my full name… Klarabelle, everyone knows I hate being called my full name, I prefer Klara, in truth. Just Klara. Today Jean called me by my full name and I snapped at him for it and then walked off. I haven’t really seen him since then. I mean, I saw him at home, but he went out swiftly and I just… I wanted to apologize for yelling at him, I didn’t mean to upset him if I did. I mean, he just wanted my attention was all and I was just so focused on my drawing that I kind of tuned him out. I feel really guilty about it. I wish I hadn’t yelled, but hopefully he will come back soon. I noticed recently that he had started to go out more and more and I just was so lonely without him. Honestly, it’s like he has no time for me, and the one time I am busy he’s not. It’s not fair… in truth I think he got a girlfriend and that’s why he’s avoiding me… I’m kind of jealous because well… he’s appealing, he gets others to notice him, and I’m to shy about my bright pink to really try and get another to notice. I really shouldn’t be jealous, but I guess without him I feel lonely, perhaps if I apologize, he will understand and we can hang out again. In all veracity I just miss him, that’s all. That’s not wrong, he is just my older brother, my family and the closest thing I really have to a true friend.

Perhaps I will go now and say I am sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at him honestly, I just hope he comes home soon, before I have to go find him myself! Now… I better leave this alone before I start rambling about how much of a jealous idiot I am... that was mean of me to say but it is true.

-Love Klara

☯☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪❤☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☪☯

[zacherie]

jarek fierce, strong | paramonos endurance, constancy
male

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{ The first page curls up slightly on the bottom right hand corner from many years of turning the page to get to the rest of the journal. The whole page is starting to yellow, with splotches of different colors littering the page from the countless instances of eating food while writing in these pages. }

April 24 2001

To whoever reads this in the future, there's a few things you need to know about me. First, my name is Jarek Paramonos and I like winning. It makes me feel awesome. Second, I like action movies, especially ones with that one hero who fights the bad guy and wins! Or ones with the one guy who's different, so he's like the cool guy in a place filled with boring old people. Third, I am nine, going on ten in two months! Don't treat me like a little kid anymore, because I'm not! See (well actually, you can't see, sucks to be you), I even have a wiggly tooth to prove it! It's my... my... hold on. I need to sound smart.

It's my canine/saber tooth... thing. I asked my mom. And just between you and me, my canine/saber teeth are a teeny tiny bit longer than Jean's. He gets really mad when I tell him this. He knows it's true though.

Anyway, you're probably wondering why I'm writing in this, even though it should be obvious by the time anyone else reads this. I'm writing because I'm going to be famous. And when I'm famous, I won't remember everything that's happened to me because I'll have other stuff to think about! So anyone who wants to write an autobiography or something can use this to help them.

Anyway, today I'm going to go an airplane museum. Mom and Dad said it was going to be a big place and I shouldn't wander away from them. But they should be able to find me, even though I might be gone for a second, right? I'm sure I'll be fine. It'll only be a few seconds, if it's even more than that. Anyway, Mom and Dad said I can't bring the journal over there, so I'll write in here after we come back.

I just came back. When Mom and Dad and Jean were listening to this boring guy talk about a really old looking airplane, I took initiative (look at that, I'm using some big vocab) and went to look at some of the newer planes and jets. There was a model that looked really sleek and cool. The name on it was something Lightning, I think. Mom and Dad always sat inside cars they thought looked cool when we were out trying to buy a car. I thought the jet looked cool, so I walked up to sit in it. Luckily, the door was already open. It was almost like they wanted me to sit in it.

Apparently they don't like people sitting in the jets (the doors were open, they were asking for it!). But anyway, just as I was about to touch one of the cool looking flips and switches on the control panel thing, stupid Jean told Mom and Dad that I was gone and ruined all the fun for me. They told me to "get back down from there!" so I stepped down. Last thing I wanna hear is an angry Mom on the way back home (and she didn't get that mad at me, so that was good).

The boring guy then gave me this mean look, but then asked me if I wanted to be a pilot when I grew up. "Yeah," I told him. He laughed, patted my head (messing up my hair too), and told me that jets like those were used by the Air Force. I asked him what it was, and he told me it was basically the army, but with jets and planes. So alright, I said. And then he continued talking about his old boring stuff again.

I sure didn't pay any attention to him after that, but the thing he said about being a pilot interested me. Don't tell the boring guy, but I never wanted to be a pilot before he said so. But now that I think about it, it's a LOT better than being some doctor or whatever boring office job like Mom and Dad always talk about.

Actually you know what. Let's do this.

I'm going to be a pilot in the Air Force.

{ Pages and pages of the messy handwriting greet you as you flip through the wrinkled pages of the journal. As you get farther into the journal, little algebra equations start to pop up here and there, then complex calculus formulas, until you start seeing whole pages becoming filled with notes from what is titled "Physics Notes" on the top of every page. You finally come across a page with physics equations scrawled on the top half of the page, separated by a messy line from a large block of words scratched on the bottom half of the paper. }

March 14 2014

Three damn years I've been cooped up in this nasty dorm in this... university. And four years since I had to leave the Air Force. Right now, I'm twenty-two. Third year of university. I've got one more year, while the rest of the people my age are about to get their bachelor's. I've got this terribly annoying roommate that's almost two years younger than me, and he can't stifle his laughter right now seeing me write in this god forsaken journal. I'd love to beat the living daylights out of him right now, but no matter how much I want to, he's far superior in intellect than me. He'd probably find some way to use that against me one day. But whatever. I told him to shut up for a second, and now he's reciting pi. Why would anyone bother memorizing that number. Anyway, I've been up for almost three days straight, I've been looking at all my notes over and over, but they won't stick to memory. I keep getting calls from scammers telling me I've "won a free cruise to the Caribbean!" Yeah, well can you get me back my dignity first? And maybe get me back into the Air Force, thanks.
So what happened to me? Four years ago, as I was fresh out of high school, I entered the Air Force. Easy enough. If you go back many a pages ago, you should see a journal entry by a very confident eighteen year old me. I told myself that I'd become an Air Force Pilot and I already passed a big milestone -- actually getting into the Air Force. I thought that, once I expressed my desire to become a pilot, they'd let me go and train. So, I stood there with everyone else that was recruited as the general walked around and randomly interrogated people. He then barks at me and asks me why I was here. The pretentious eighteen year old me replied that I was here to be better than him and become an Air Force pilot. He just narrowed his eyes and asked how old I was. When I confidently told him I was eighteen, he merely laughed and commented that I must have just left high school. "Yeah," I told him, crossing my arms. He did this whole dramatic pause and then broke into a fit of laughter. "That means you don't have a bachelor's degree... wh... which means," he gasped between his laughter. "You can't become a pilot!" he finally exclaimed as he doubled over and cried with laughter.
I just stood there with a blank expression. Everyone was looking around to see if they were allowed to laugh and then they all started laughing. No one said anything about it. But everyone laughed. I felt my face go red.
They later told me to go to the "guidance counselor" and they told me exactly what I feared. I couldn't become a pilot. I actually got really mad at the lady, slamming my hands down and telling her I could handle it. That I was an exception. She just coldly stared me down and told me, "In here, we don't make exceptions. You're not some superhero." Then she cheerfully told me to get a bachelor's. Go to a university. Told me physics might help if I was so determined to become a pilot.
So here I am. People try to reach me sometimes, like Mom, Dad. They tell me how much they regret my choosing to be in the Air Force. Told me it would be too dangerous. Jean calls just to tell me how stupid I was and still am today.

I don't even pick up the phone anymore.

[geotalon]

Oh, oops, I read my own end date as the 5th and not the 6th. This ends tomorrow at 2 PM

[claypigeon]

can we edit then?

[Loki.]

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---------------Name: Dane

---------------Gender: Male

---------------Journal Entry 1:

September 21, 2007

I still don’t know why our school makes us do these journals. There stupid but I guess the school wants to know if anything bad is going on. Electives are tomorrow so the school gave us a list of the classes. Only one thing sticks out for me and it’s the fashion and design class. I don’t know why but I just feel pulled to that class. If I take that class then the rest of my senior year I will be made fun of. But if I love it why should gender and stereotypes matter? And why should I care about what they say.I hope I can remember this through my life.

---------------Journal Entry 2:

April 5, 2014


How did I do these when I was younger? The school made me do these all the every year how could have forgotten. I guess I can just dive into writing again it helped me when I was younger so it still should right? I got fired from my job today and I am now going to apply to a new job something that will make me happy. Earlier today I was late to my job because I assured my friend I would go shopping with her after slipped and spilled food on her dress when I had her at my apartment. I told my boss I was coming in about two hours late she was mad at me but give me the time. Two hours turned to six hours I had a fun time with her and no I don’ love her but it was the shopping that made me have a good time. She would pick out an outfit that that would not match and then I would go on a hunt around the shop for the perfect match for it. In the end she walked out with three bags full of clothes. I paid. When I was about to leave and go she said something to me that made me freeze, six little words that I know now would set my life up. Words I should have pushed more when I saw younger. You should be a fashion designer.

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[Miavinn]

Ryan

Books changed
my life.


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This is Her

| Name |
Ryan

| Gender |
Female

Journal Entries

| Past |
April 5th, XXXX
SPACEDear Diary Journal
Why can't people be like the people in books? Easy to read and comprehend. That's what I wish. A girl at school, well not just any girl, my best friend, said to another one of her friends that she hated having play dates. I said "Excuse me?! Your the one who insisted on coming over to my house every Saturday. Not to mention going to your house practically everyday after school!" I said it in my head. Thats where most of my so-called backtalking goes. Anyways, I stormed out class and kinda got sent home by the principal. Usually I'm a good student, but this time I really was angry. I sulked in my roo the rest of the afternoon, reading. Eventually my mom called me down for dinner, my brother flinging peas at me, again, throughout the meal. And then I did y homework, read some more, and here I am writing this.

| Present |
April 5th, XXXX
SPACEDear Journal,
I have committed to writing in your many volumes for decade now. Life is very similar to that of when I wrote my first entry. I'm still backtalking in my thoughts, still a very active reader, and still wishing upon every star I see that real people were as easy to read as those in books. My older brother, Jean, is still a twit, as always and the best friend from back in the day is now one of my greatest enemies. Recently, I cut my hair short, even though I'm already mistaken for a boy because if my name. I am very sorry to say that this will be the last of hundreds of entries about my life. I need to learn to let go now. The past holds to much drama and such to keep a record of it on my bookshelf. I will publish these, give myself a pen name, and reach out to those who will live after me. To make up for that sad note, some words of wisdom to the future people possibly reading this, no matter what happens, by page or by big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.


P.S. Potterhead for life!!!

[dilly.]

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»»Soo.... I'm stuck in my room for the rest of the day..... Not fair, brother gets to go out and play. I found this paper and I have nothing to do.... So I'll rite a book! I'll rite today!
I was wacing wath looking at Ma putting on some weird cream on her face. I ask if I could have some to eat but she said no. The after a bit she wash the cream off. What a waiste. Though I saw were she put the cream, and when she went out I took the cream and tasted it. But yuck! It was bad. So I use it to make a cream mud pie on the bed. Then Ma came in and yelled at me and sent me to my room. So I am here for the rest of the day.

I just see I left my blankie in brothers room.... Its 9 now. Im hungry... So I'll go get something to drink and then get my blankie...

I'm back and blankie is with me! I went an got some milk and went to big brothers room. I left blankie here because yesteday I slept in his room becase there was a thunderstom. I dont like the mean thunder. So I was still drinking milk and got blankie... And accidenttaly pour milk on brothers bed. Uh-oh.... Its very funny thouh, he looks like he wet his bed....
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»»Dᴀᴘʜɴᴇ
Aɢᴇ 15
21sᴛ Aᴘʀɪʟ

I found an old scrap of paper while I was cleaning out my room. I think it was back when I was six or seven, grounded and bored. Though I'm cringing at my grammar and spelling.... Anyways, I decided to make the old piece into a journal....

Today I had my first taste of wine. Ma always has a bit with her dinner, she says it helps her sleep. I was curious what it tasted like, but she never lets us "children" taste it. So... While her attention was diverted (talking to dad ((who was talking to bro))) I swapped my apple juice (yuck!) with her wine. Just in the nick of time. Ma turned her attention back, and took a sip the same time I did. As for what happened, let's just say both Da and Jean had to take a bath after that. I got sent to my room again... Funny how I'm back where my first entry (albeit accidental) started.
I wonder if I can try the milk bed wetting trick again... That would be funny.««