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...that I have been here for four years and have posted less than 1000 little gems.
I'm not going to promise that I'll stay around, because I won't. I'll disappear again and return some months later proclaiming my reappearance in a blog much like this one. It is June, 2011. Four whole years since I found IS. A lot has happened in four years. To put it roughly in perspective, in June, 2007, I was in year 10. Fourteen years old. I hadn't even started my GCSEs. Positively a child! Now, I am eighteen. I have finished the sixth form, and ...
I have an exam this afternoon, and I'm trying to write a novel. So, stop it.
I can't decide whether it's a curse or a blessing. I'm all about the whole thing that every letter has a colour - it makes spelling very easy. Numbers, not so much. It makes maths difficult. It makes music difficult - I'm quite musical, you see, IS, and listening to music, it's quite colourful. However, as soon as I try to play a piece, once I know what key I'm hitting, the colour changes. People are easier once they have a colour. I know where I am with them once ...
I don't want to cry in front of you, She said as she pressed her fingers Into the corners of her eyes I don't like to cry in front of anybody No matter how honest Or genuine it may be It's not that I don't like you Or trust you That's not the truth at all I just think tears are a private thing And not for public show I talk to you Because that is what you're for I know nothing about you ...