Killjoy-Sound

Two days ago (June 20th), we had another wave of protests hitting our country. What shocked me deeply is that, different from the first protests, they were all extremely violent. People broke windows, set fire on cars, scrawled stores, etc. People don't understand why it happened, but it did. What makes it worst is that the ones who did it were small groups, which mean most of people were still screaming "No violence!" while these small groups broke things, set things on fire, demoralizating the whole movement. It sickens me to no end. But besides that, it's obvious that people are lost now. The 20 cents are no longer a problem, since the pri

Argh I'm doing these too fast, but I need to vent. And I have no one right now. I'm feeling more alone than I've ever felt before, and worst is that I'm NOT alone at all. *sighs* Whatever, to the main theme: The Dove Keeper. It's a funny story, really. I'd heard about TDK before, but I never really bothered to read it mostly because, since English is not my main language (maybe it's obvious if you consider the mistakes in this journal, but I really don't know), I was too lazy to read it. But then, one day, I met a random girl on omegle who told me about A Splitting Of The Mind. She told me it was amazing, awesome, beautiful, akjdfhskfks. I

Mmh, first time I write here, but since I (kinda) don't have my fanfics anymore, might as well try it here, right? Try new things and stuff. I have nothing useful to write here (actually I never had anything useful to write anywhere, I'm just a writer wannabe that has some stupid thoughts about two men having sex with each other), but if someone's reading this, it's because it's, in some way, interesting. It's just a rant, though. A way for me to vent since I don't know how to put this in a fic or in a drawing. So. I probably shouldn't do this here because the person might read it and she will probably know who I'm talking about, but still.