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​There was an old story that was going to be something. I wrote 5 chapters before scrapping the project. Now, after years, I am going to show you guys the first chapter. Sorry about the spacing.. 

The pastor stands there holding his bible. He is dressed in a nice black suit with a red tie, that has a little button on the tip that says “Forgiven.” Indicating that anything that passes this world into paradise must first be forgiven by something bigger than ourselves.

“We are gathered here today to remember the life of Theordore Ramsey. Though he lived a short life, the length of time he had here affected many.” I could hear the agonizing cries from all of my friends and family, it is breaking my heart to hear the sound, but I cant do anything, which has to be the worse part!

“And though we don’t know why God took our young man, we have to believe that he has a purpose.” Ah that’s not right pastor, don’t tell them that, don’t make them question what purpose God has for my death. Telling them that will make them hate God even more! Be Sensitive to them!

I cant hear the pastor anymore? I guess that means he is done talking? I sure hope so, his speech was okay, but overall he needs help! There is no reason that I should be crying at my funeral, well besides the fact that I am dead. Other than that, I should not be crying, but with this pastor, I was bawling the whole time that he was speaking.

I thought they were about to put the roses on my coffin and seal me in the ground, but then I heard her voice, her sweet soft voice. The voice I fell in love with, the voice I would wake up to every morning. The voice I would hear screaming at me when I would make her made, even then it was beautiful. Her voice is voice that I will miss the most once I am six feet under. I hope I don’t forget that sound. I hope that every second I am in this coffin, I hear her voice.

She begins to talk about how we spent our life together, the best parts and she even talked about some of the rough parts. But there was one part of her speech that really touched me, it was the night before we split, it was a week before our wedding. Emotions were high, stress even higher, so I decided that I wanted to go watch the sunset, and get her home before ten like the old days. It went like this:   

It is 8 o’clock P.M. Central timing, if you were trying to imagine how dark it is at this point, it isn’t that dark, the sun is just pearing over the horizon. Usually the sun goes down by now, but for some reason it has decided that it wasn’t ready to leave its resting place for the night.

 I wish at this point that we could pause time and cherish the time that we have together, I never once took it for granted, but I never truly was appreciative for it. So maybe I did take it for granted.

We were lying on a blanket, luckly it was a nice night in Illinois, since the rest of the week after that was a complete mess, I believe that there was even snow in July? I hate weather inIllinois, it was more bipolar than my in-laws. I liked my in-laws, as much as I like kittens. They are nice from a distance, but when they get close, all they do is bite.

Anyways, we were lying on the blanket, I supported a pair of kaki shorts, where she wore her jean mini-skirt, I couldn’t keep my mind off her legs, making it harder for me to wait that week for our wedding, I just had to tell her that I wanted to wait. I believed waiting was the best option for our marriage. If something would have happened to us, and she wouldn’t of been whole for her husband, as she wanted to be, I would of felt horrible. So waiting it was. She just didn’t make it easy on me!

“I am getting a little chilly.” I wrapped her in my arms to help her body warm up, she enjoyed the feeling, as did I. We talked about the wedding the whole night, talking about the objects we still needed to buy and what we still needed to do for the special day. Which wasn’t much, we only had a few things left to do being: Paying the pastor and booking a hotel for our honeymoon. Overall we have all this wedding paid for, even though we didn’t decide to plan until six months before, because we are smart!

We are getting to the point in this memory where I cant remember all the details, even if I did it would be hard to explain, but I will try my hardest to give you all the correct descriptions!

We decided that at 9:30 we were going home, well it got to that time and we packed up the car with the blankets from her mother’s room. I wanted to drive 20 mph the whole way there, because after tonight the only time we were going to talk is if we had a question about the wedding. We wanted to build tension between each other to make it more exciting on our big day.

I dropped her off at her house, she gave me a long passionate kiss that I embraced happily knowing it was going to be my last one for a week. I went in for another one before she exited the car, but she smirked, and told me I had to wait. The torture was enforced, as she wanted me to cry on the inside, she wanted me to feel pain, for telling her she had to wait to have kids. She wanted me to regret my decision, and I was for sure.

I watched her as she walked into her house, it was late so she asked me to not go up to the door, as I said before in-laws are jerks, so I had to watch her from a distance. She turned around and gave me a blow-kiss. I returned the favor and drove off. 

 It was 1 A.m. when she got the call, telling her to get to the hospital. The doctor told her that I was in extreme condition and that I will not make it through the night. I then heard a loud scream, and crying, before blacking out.


Making a change-
I love that my fans are starting to comment on my blog more, it means a lot to know someone is reading this blog! Recently, a fan sent me a message, telling me that my blog was how she was feeling. It meant a lot to know that my life is like others, and that we all deal with the same troubles. The troubles that we are facing is depression.
I posted a blog, titled “Help,” it was a blog asking for someone to help me deal with my depression. I was feeling down, and didn’t want to do anything. At the time, I didn’t even want to write, but I did, and I had a great response. People were messaging me, commenting, liking, and sharing my post; it was a great day for my blog, but also a great day for me, knowing that someone actually does care. But the best comment, was from a girl, and she told me that she was feeling the same way. I responded to tell her “we should start a group.” This group would be on Facebook, and would help those who don’t have anyone, but who are also dealing with depression. It would be for people to connect with others, like them.
She added me on Facebook, and we began to get to know each other, finding out small details of each other, so that when we start working together, we will have an idea of who we are working with. She is actually really cool, you couldn’t tell that she is depressed, but that’s the amazing thing, you usually can’t. People deal with depression differently, Sam and I deal with our depression the same way, though. We hide it deep down, hoping that no one tries to pry, because if they did we would have to open up, something we don’t like to do.
I have always wanted to do something like this, but never have found the will to go through with it. I saw, making a page like this, taking advantage of the situation, but now I realize, it is actually a great tool. We can use this to help, the shy and depressed, meet new friends. That right there is enough to make the page! We are excited to get this out to you guys, and we hope that you will support it, meaning sharing and liking, we really want to make a difference in the world and this is the best chance that we have! 


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The Good, The Great, and The Best.


       Welcome again! I hope you are having a great day. Today I want to talk to you guys about something that I mentioned in a few post. I haven’t talked much about the future of this blog or my writing career. I invite you to take a seat and listen up.
I started blogging almost 6 years ago. I was in a very rough part of my life. I needed a vent on a place that I felt safe. I remember pouring my heart out to you guys in my first hour study hall. I originally began posting to get over a girl, but I became more passionate each time I posted new content. I decided then that I was going to pursue this wild dream.
I spent a lot of Tuesdays on that blog, I can’t tell you how many hours were spent writing, editing, and posting those blogs.                   
          Then something horrible happened. It was finals week in school, and I had just received a brand new laptop for college, this is what I was using to blog on. When I got back from my finals, my laptop was gone. I was in the middle of also recording my third album, so when I got home from the finals I wanted to record the guitar part to one of the songs. I went into my “Studio,” but the laptop wasn’t there. I texted my dad right off the bat, but he didn’t have the computer. I realized it was stolen and called the cops. They showed up surprisingly fast.

       The cops said they were unable to do much for me, but they said they would put a tracker out for the computer. I was informed the next day that they couldn’t find anything since I never connected to the internet. My original story, that was about to be published, was now lost. My heart was relieved when I realized I had the story on a flash drive, but they stole that also. I decided to set out to rewrite the story.

      This isn’t about that story though.  This is about a great project coming up. This is about my next shot at getting signed as a writer. I am very excited to finally tell you guys about this!

       The project “The good, The Great, and The Best” will be a collage of all of my best work. This will include work from all of my previous blogs. I plan to go back and edit my old post with my new style, and hopefully it will help people will truly love my material. But getting all of the post together wont be easy. I will have to cover the ground of over 200 blog post and stories to pick twenty-one that I feel are my best work.

        Once I get all of my post chosen, edited, and printed. I will begin to send the file to companies all around. I intend to put myself out there for all different types of companies to see my work. This is my attempt on becoming a published writer. The excitement that I have is beyond comprehension. I would like to say thank you to all of my fans and family. Thank you for all of your support.
        Thank you. Thank you for taking time out of your busy day, and reading this. The fact that you are standing behind me makes me happy. I would like to say sorry for not being active these last few weeks. My life has been very busy, and I have found it hard to post daily. I wouldn’t want to post about just anything. My blog post take a while to edit, and most of the time I still don’t like the post after editing. The fact that I don’t like my own post usually ends with me trashing it at the end. I have spent a lot of the last few months working on my editing skills, I feel that my writing can now prosper from my new skills. This project will show you guys exactly what I have learned.

I (with great pleasure) cordially invite you to the project. I hope you enjoy!

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