So yeah... guess who's got to go to work. (As usual.) Me. Anyways, this job is closing up pretty soon, so if anyone knows of someplace that's hiring at fifteen, please, let me know. ...we need the money. Without my checks, we don't know if we can make the house payments... and we're already a little behind due to the damn graphing calculator... ...And I don't want to have to do what I used to do for money. Not now. Not again... I'm beginning to realize life is always about happiness. It's also about virtue, and I kind of want to keep what little bit I've gained these past couple of years. I don't want to lose them again. Anyways. What was I talking about?

Oh yeah. Jobs. Me. Please.

Ari, give me time. Life is... it's too hard right now. *sighs heavily* I just don't want to deal with it right now. You... you cut me deep babes. Wounds take time to heal, and since I'm not used to this whole living, breathing, feeling thing, it hurt worse than expected. Just... give me time. Besides, you may realize life is a lot happier -without- me there. That would make things much easier...

Keira, sorry about that mucho grandes folder. It's the only stuff I have on me. And though I sound poetic at times... It's just something that comes to me when I write stories and such. However... lately I've been struggling really hard to get past this huge writer's block... actually, come to think of it... I've had it since... oh my god... The day my mom first hit me. I haven't been able to write properly since the day my mother first hit me... Weird. Anyways, lately my drawings are more expressive than most of my writings.

Chrissy, chin up babes, I'm doin' fine. Life can only get be-Naw, I won't say that. Don't want to jinx this little bit of serenity I've found.

Yup. Gotta go to work. Laters.

~Alisa

PS: MY BLOG LOOK KICKS ASS NOW!!! ^^

[Edit: yes, my mother has actually hit me a couple of times. Not nearly as often as these blogs infer to, but she has.]