I'm worried. My grandpa is sick and the doctor says there's only 10%-20% that he'll live through it.

Oh my gosh... I'm sooo sorry, Lauren! *hugs* I'll pray the best for him and your family tonight.
Were you close to him?

Doctors make their living by saying that.

Not exactly, but still.

Interesting... my creativity is the best when I'm not really focused on what I'm doing and just let my hands do the work (that sounds weird...) or when I'm super epiphanic, but when I get severe mood swings I'm rendered completely useless and I revert to the coping method of laying motionless in my bed blasting Breaking Benjamin or System of a Down. :I
I suppose I could do that, but these days I barely ever get truly angry, and for some reason I usually end up blowing on the spark, simply because it's kind of funny to watch myself get all mad and jealous... jeepers, I'm twisted... >_< Maybe it's because I want to be familiar with every emotion because I try to connect them into my art and stuff.
I feel your pain about the insomnia. -__- It's the weirdest thing... it'll be the perfect environment for sleeping... and that's when all my thoughts and worries and aspirations pile in and I'm like, "o_O Can't... handle.. this..."
Thanks for caring! :'D

Not at all. :) Gosh, I wish I could... but then there's this voice that beats me down and tells me I never will, and that's what drives me to keep reaching higher and higher. I wonder if he had that too, I'm sure a lot of people do.
For some reason I daydream about meeting him. o_O Like, wonder if we would get along and stuff. From what I've read about him it seems like we're rather alike.
I'm so weird. XD

I used to jump at every sound I heard when I was home alone, one time I just locked everything up, shut myself in the bathroom and crawled into the bathtub (fully clothed) with the curtain drawn and sat with my iPod, blasting Usher into my brain with my headphones to drown out the anxiety. For an hour and forty five minutes.
:I
In the bathtub.
But then I rediscovered the knife drawer, and I felt totally safe again. XD

I sorta know how you feel, cause whenever I'm alone- whether it's at home, or left by friends at school, or anything, I freak out. Isolophobia. Fear of isolation or being alone. It's ridiculous for me, cause I'm thirteen, and I live in a cul-de-sac. Which means there would be no reason for anyone to break in. But like I said, it scares the crap out of me just to be left alone, I always feel like I need to be around someone. It makes me feel like a wimp whenever my friends are home alone, and they don't care that no parent or someone is isn't there.

YAY. I have posted a poem.
In what seemed like months and is probably months.

Sometimes I'd feel like that, but not often. Usually when I'm home alone, I blast on the music as loud as I can, because it's the only time I can. And forget about all the scary things in the dark corners. For some reason, I find things less scary if I touch them. With some exceptions. Sometimes I'd throw a shoe into a shadowy corner and say, "See? I just beat you up." And the shadow doesn't respond. Which is good; it would be weird if it did..

I love it when I'm home alone. Then I can blare showtunes on the computer and sing them at the top of my lungs without anyone hearing. :D

Yeah. Sometimes I get creeped out, but I'm usually fine.