Hello Susan. I read some of your stories and poems and I must say, you are an incredible writer! You are superb! I just adore the dark morbid themes you place in them and you do it so well too!

The expressions, vivid and yet so sombre. The words you use just touch my heart, makes me feel the pain in the characters. Keep on writing, Susan, you are definately a born writer. You have a real talent! I especially loved "Roses are Black", made me want to cry in th end.

Love,
Kevin.
~We paint with pain~

It's up! My ticket is through! YAY! Though, my most prized upload, the pre/sequel to CiTD needs ot be re-uploaded (file name was too long.)

Anyways... I thought you might care to know

Well, of course you knew how to spell.....eeeh....physics??

You commented on my page about how I kept so many story lines and you couldn't. Well I'm sorry it took me so long to reply but this lead to that and everything happened so fast! You are a very talented writer and shouldn't be 'dissing yourself because of my terrible writing. Check me out anyways! (there's been no update by the way- my front-page broke)

Thank you very much for commenting on my writting gallery, i really love your work and i think you have alot of potential. keep up the good work !!

@_@ I love all of your stuff! ::huggle:: You're SO good I hope I can write like that some day xD Good job ^_^!

I may not say I understand your literary compositions, but I perceive the energy impregnated in every single work of you. I still feel familiar with this kind of poetry, since I was used to “enjoy” reading any kind of occult, forbidden, and obscure literature. My headband book used to be “La Nausea”, written by Jean-Paul Sartre, which is the peak of the absurd conception of existence, the angular stone of the post-war existentialism. I found very interesting everything about the coursed poets, like Kierkegaard, Heidegger, Ludwig Fewerbach, Caspers, etc. The ideas of suicide and death are all that lurks through your somber mind. We used to see the world through a glass of black and white, seeming at last that every single thing is nothing but dark and senseless.
You have that masochist tendency that neurotic typologies have. I’m still wondering why a person reaches sort of depressing stages. Even knowing that there are chances to escape from the existential darkness, we annihilate the sense of feeling flaws and weakness.
By that time, I used to be a poisonous atheist, with unrestrainable hate and rage against religions, government, and everyone, because mankind itself is an over cocky and hypocrite being. Thousand things can come a schizophrenic shaped mind. That’s used to be called schitsotimia, which is sort of a pathological variation of neurosis and psychosis.
I attribute these types of psychical alienations in most of the cases, to biological and chemical physic changes. I bet you’re no older than 22, perhaps 25. You are still thinking that reality has two colors, two flat choices; that the world exists because some sense of duality. Your poetry is rather depressing and dark, looks like you could hardly find any hypothetic pleasure in your life, more than being proud of being damned to fail and die. You won’t realize what the real consequences of your attitude are until you’ve caused pain to people around you. I’d seen flowers wither with the simple fact of my presence time ago. Your sadness has the power to depress everything surrounding you. I myself sense that (which is nothing amazing) by just reading your simple compositions. The existential crisis is a message from the inner self, showing there’s something wrong. I think you’ve lost the shine In your eyes, which I think are beautiful deep. --- You know what the deal is with the issue of sadness and happiness, with hate and love, With life and death. What’s really hard to understand the path to finding and reaching the middle term, the center, The supreme balance.

Wow, I just love your works. They're so awesome, I wish I could write like you. Your poems are really inspiring, and I enjoy reading these types of works very much. Keep writing nifty stories... that'd be great!

WOOO! HEY SUSAN!! i was about to read your stories and stuff, but i deceided to write in here first...TA DA!!!....

Hiya I;m the plague. ba just tired I geuss...I have come to read your stories...how ironic. Um polite page-greeting thing I always do. Just ignore this!