It's been forever since I've written anything or even wanted to, but these last few days I really want to. I have thousands of ideas in my head I just get stuck trying to get them down on paper, and for some reason I really want to start writing something. . . anything. Could be because I lost my little sister last month. She was 19 and had Cystic Fibrosis. She was my wild side, and a great artist, and really creative and social. I miss her so. I've buried myself in reading, and tv shows, and reading, and school, and reading. Reading has always been my escape, and writing my outlet. I have spirals filled with half finished stories stacked on