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Earlier today me and my mom went into town to our Office Max because the mall across the street wasn't open yet and I was just awesome. As you SHOULD know, I am a die-hard BBC Sherlock fan and a Cumberbitch~~~ So, every time we passed a stand where you could test the pens, pencils, and Sharpies, I wrote "I BELIEVE IN SHERLOCK HOLMES" and "MORIARTY WAS REAL" Unfortunately, my mom got mad at me, so I couldn't write on all of them... *sigh* I'm so proud of myself. And now back to your regularly scheduled programming. With love, brekngdahabt

*Sigh* I hate my life. I was born into a family that has different views than what I have. It's not as bad as it could be, because I'm still young (not even 15 yet) and haven't formed my little perfect world yet. WHAT MY PARENTS BELIEVE: Tattoos are ugly. Dyeing your hair is wrong. (BTW yes, that IS how you spell dyeing) Rap music is SHIT. Oh I'm sorry, REALLY, REALLY, BAD. Being gay is very, very, VERY wrong. There shouldn't be too (about four years and they draw the line) much of a difference in age in a relationship. A person shouldn't date until s/he is ready to be married. (late twenties early thirties) Sex before marriage is ju

Dear Cold World, I hate it when people anonymously comment on my fan fictions with either flames or the stupidest things in the world. After one painstaking week of self-loathing, I finally finished writing a sequel to my story (published on FF.net) This One Night, entitled This One Confession. I am so proud of it; I wrapped up writing and proofreading earlier today (January 21) at about seven AM, after pulling an all-nighter (I still haven't slept as of writing this - 1:30 PM Jan. 21), and posted it not long after. I have about 40 views on it, which is very good for only just posting it, at least for me. At around 8:30 AM, in the middle of