FallenAngelsBreaking

Hey! Just writtin another journal, well i wrote a couple paragraph journals, but that was just what i had in my actual notebook, i do that in my free time at camp :/ I need to by one of those scanner things so i can finally start uploading my artwork onto deviant art (unless you want my crap digital camera photos XD). I am shopping retarded, something you may or may not already know about me if you've seen me shopp... so if you could help me out, and let me know where I could buy one (or if I should just go to e bay...) that would be the most awsome thing ever! oh and i apologize for spelling/grammatical errors in this journal, im not going

A girl, deceivingly beautiful. Her curly, black locks fall onto her shoulders flawlessly, from a neatly tied back ponytail. She stands in his path. The delicate strands of hair that do not fit into her ponytail hang decoratively over her forehead. The illuminating, dark, blackness of her hair emphasize the pale color of her ivory white skin. Her crystal blue eyes lash out as weapons, peircing through anything they spot. She has a peculiar miasma about her; she is... untouchable... She wears a black, long, hooded robe. The end of the large hood, and her over sized sleeves are lined with lace. She wears the hod, covering most of her face, almos

When it happens it will happen fast. It will be simple... There's no pause, and the moment doesnt seem to stretch on forever. You'll want to die... It will seam so peaceful to give in, and then you do. The world simply fades. You are no longer who you are. You dont become a spirit, and your dont see your life pass before your eyes. You wont even have the time to be dissapointed. It's not peaceful, it's not agonizing. It isnt yellow, black, white, green, red, or blue. It is not scary or pretty... It is death, nothing more, nothing less. Nothingness in itself.