I put up my latest Chapter for "I Understand" but it never ended up on the updated stories. Weird. So I just made this blog for those who want to read the new Chapter. Its up and the story is done too. So basically the final chapter. Have a good day or night.

I'm gonna talk about the rain today. Why would I talk about something so simple, some of you might think that? But the rain is something to be blessed. Gods gift. People ask for it to go away for some sunshine. I on the other hand love the rain. I don't mind it like everyone else. Its the most simplest thing in subtleties. Its coldness brings me joy. Its impact when the water hits the ground is like music to my ears. I can feel its pain. The rain always seems like its crying instead of being a

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You ever had one of those days where you don't wanna wake up? You feel like everyone sucks and everything is fucked up. And you don't know why but you want to justify? You feel like ripping someone's head off or basically beat the living shit out of someone. You want to break something ir else you'll break someone's fucking face. Ever had one of those days? I'm not the only one who feels like this, right? Am I?

Masks. They seem to hide our identities when we steal. They hide our faces when we don't want people to know who we are. So I make'em. Why exactly? Well its to hide my face. I'm gonna start a YouTube channel called "Mask Productions". I used to have a YouTube channel under my fimfiction name. That's why this is my name. But we're going to have masks and nicknames. I'll start an introduction soon. But later. Have a good day or night.

Hello guys, Cameron here, I want to talk about my stories. I'm going to put all three stories I am working on. Yeah, we're just gonna put'em on hold. Reasons: Stress. Holy shit could it have gotten worst. Lately I've had stress and there is no way for me to get rid of it. I have been putting with a bunch of bullshit with my school, friends, girlfriend, and parents. I love writing stories, it's just that if I work under stress. I'm gonna fuck up somewhere along the line. We don't need that. My

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You ever has those kind of nights where you can't sleep? Well yeah, I mean where it has been continuously doing it for more than two weeks? Well I guess its just a side effect of being sad. Ain't that right? Fuck it. Who needs sleep. Its like J-Dog says; what's another dream? You can hardly sleep.

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I just looked at my user page. Been a while since I did that. I looked on the number of followers. I just reached the thirty mark.....yay. To other writers: it may not be a big deal. But the little things in life are the ones you want to enjoy. Because one day it can just go away. I'd like to thank everyone/everypony who has clicked that follow button. Not that popular but I'll work my way up if I have to. Like I've always said (well not on fimfiction but in my social life) hard work is the

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My heart is altering. I feel my misery turning into anger. It feels.....foreign to me. I've never felt like this before. My breathing seems to get heavier. My....my heart feels heavy.....I feel like hitting someone.....or something. Is this normal? Is this just a part of the teen growth? Or is my alcohol finally catching up with me? It feels like its beating faster. I have sudden energy that I don't usually have. I'm saying....that it feels kinda....good. Like as if its right like as if I want

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I deleted my story "INSANITY" because it was something I did not enjoy making. I tried to hand it over to a friend but I couldn't for reasons that aren't necessary to be discussed about. I will continue making "The Dead Rise" and "I Cry Blood" because and I quote "are stories I enjoy making." have a good day or night.

I smile at the sight, of her lovely gaze, even though it is night, but I still see day, she grabs my hand and I look at the sight, off my guard she gives me a fright, she tease, but I'll put it all at ease, she smiles and I do, she leans in for a kiss, and I do too, for that sweet bliss, her lips are pursed against mine, and I freeze time, with my mind, she ends the kiss, and the clock begins to tick, I hear a breaking stick, it is her, for she is slick, and I admire that in her, I lean her in

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