Meeko

Was going through my computer and came across my story folder, got back into reading some of my old stuff and even writing some new chapters. Then it hit me, it's been about 12 years since I signed up for GA, and although i haven't really been active since 2013ish I still think of you all and miss you guys! Made some really great friends here some of whom I still talk to and hoping to maybe meet some more.

I have done this, and his response was that he was just scared, but I'm not quite sure what he's scared about nor has he told me yet.

Hey Drought, He knows I'm bi, and I know he's straight and he was more afraid that I did have a crush on him, and thats why I was doing everything I did for him.

Thanks for the responses guys. Let me just clarify that he knows I'm bi and leaning towards female. And he is also currently 17 years old. I'm mostly just upset that he even considered I could have a crush on him I think.

Closed thanks for the help!

I'm not new, I'm actually very, very old =)

I haven't ever told my mom or dad, but I'm sure they expect it. However I am a super private person and considering i am Bi, I feel like its really no ones business but my own. =)

In case anyone was wondering, which I doubt since I've been MIA for so long... I have unpublished all of the chapters of "Last Goodbye" and I am currently re-editing and fixing some minor stuff that has been bothering me as I re-read these chapters and re-familiarize myself with this story. I've already spent the entire afternoon / evening writing the next chapter and will slowly begin to re-release the chapters already written on a new discussion board to keep things new and fresh. However I won't start re-publishing anything until I get at least 2-3 new chapters written so that there isn't another long hiatus from me. So with that being said, if you've never read this story before I can't wait to share it with you, and if you're an old soul who's been dying for me to publish a new chapter, your wish will very soon come true. Meek!

There was a time I would live on this site, read every story published, know every author here. Boy oh boy has time passed. Well now that school is over, and I only work fulltime now, I foresee much free time. I hope to once again brush off the rust and continue my writing! THE RETURN OF THE RACOON!

Hey everyone! Super great to see all you familiar faces! W_L It's okay I changed from a racooon to a "SQQUUIIRRRREEELLLL" I hope to be around more! I misss this place, and I miss writing.

Hey Mark! Wow great to see people I still remember. How's it going?

LOL YB! As my friend said, YOSO (You Only Shop Once!) muwahahaha

Hey Graeme, We'll then thank god I was gone during your three year break because I would have been devastated! The writing has actually been stopped since I departed from GA, but with the Christmas break and lots of free time, who knows I may attempt to get some new chapters out.

Haven't been around in years, mostly just to check on story updates (Damn you DOMLUKA) and so haven't really been keeping up with the friends I've made here. So who's still around? and how are you guys doing? Take Care Mike

Just a little something I wrote for school, and thought I would share, oh and please disregard all the grammar errors, I wrote this for a presentation and figured since only i was reading it I didn't need to fix them, and now I'm just lazy. I live, I lie, I make you cry, It makes me stronger when you no longer, Have any power, to fight back To attack, to react, To stand up through my attack, Cuz if you did then you would see, That what I do, is not because of me, it’s because of you. Much like you, I was beaten too, With words of hate that discriminate, The way you look, the way you talk, Sometimes even the way you walk, It’s different, it’s unique, it would make me weak, When everyone would realize, How much cooler you are, Through their eyes, I won’t let you take away, All the friends that I have made, Through your suffering, through your pain, Because you’re the bully who stood close by and made me feel like I want to die, And this is why I hurt you, Because the pain I felt inside, Is what you used to make me cry, When I was smaller, when I was shy, When I was weak because I’m meek When all I wanted was someone to say hi, To play with, to guide, But you helped me realize, That I’m not that guy, who was kind, And just stood by, so now how does it feel, To be on the other side, To feel the pain, that you used, to make others cry, Now that I act more like a guy, Who could deny, My masculinity, my identity, There’s no need to hide, Your true side.

Ever since "Squirrel!" came out. I love it. =)

Yang bang!!! Nice to see some familiar faces.

If any of you wanna play add me at Meekord =)

Shesh, wonder If I even know anyone on this site anymore. =) Needless to say it's been a long time G.A. I've learned recently that my muse only comes out around the hours of anytime past 12 pm. See now this would make a lot of sense seeing as how i haven't really written a thing since I started working full time two years ago and need to be in bed before 12. But this hasn't been working for me. Writing isn't just a hobby, it's a way to express myself, I way to be the person I always wanted to be, a way to vent, say the things I'd normal be to shy to say in person. It's the whole me weather or not you can handle it. And I'm ready to embrace it and make myself known, again... I thought I'd start with a little something me and my good friend and also author tiffany chin started together. It's not finished not even halfway and I don't know if it ever will be but... here it goes. ****** Janice Matthews stood in front of the lifelike portrait that had been painted only a handful of years ago. Two of the three faces on that portrait were smiling back at her. One of which was a constant reminder of how much she’s changed, not only on the outside, but on the inside. The other smiling face belonged to the person she spent her entire life with, that one person who just somehow managed to win her heart, over all the rest. The one person who kept her lying awake at night, crying for hours and hours, until she could cry no more. The person she missed dearly each and every day since the divorce. But what pained her most was how genuinely happy she was, standing next to her husband, leaning into his warm embrace. Then there was the boy. Who looked to be about ten at the time, standing just in front of his parents, leaning slightly more towards his mother, than his father. There was no smile on his face. His expression was simply emotionless. But he didn’t need an expression on his face, for his mother to understand what was bothering him. She could read him like a book, always had, and always would. The portrait was proudly hung up above the sofa, facing the door, for everyone who entered the Matthews home, to see. Her husband always wanted to brag about his perfect family to his neighbors, friends, co workers, anyone who would lend him there ear. There family wasn’t perfect though, far from it actually. Janice just stood motionless, staring at the painting, wondering if things could ever be like they once were. But life wasn’t perfect, not for any of them. She reached out her hand, and gently bushed it against the boy’s expressionless face. She stared at him in the portrait, remembering every scar, mark, bump and scratch that he had gotten at the time the portrait had been painted. “Honey, I know you’re going to be angry with me, but he’s changed, and I think you owe it to him to give it a chance, not for me, but for yourself. He’s changed, but most of all, he loves you.” She didn’t bother to wipe the tears from her eyes. They were so frequent ever since she made the arrangements. She knew exactly what her son’s response would be, and that made her pain and anxiety that much worse. *~*~* Truly Mike.

Hey guys, I've been pretty mia lately but... anyone playing LoL? if so be sure to add me at Meekord. =)

Thought I'd update you all, Miss Tiff just got a full time job! I'm still bugging her to write more so you can send gifts my way =) bravo.

No matter what you say, no matter what you do, you're never going to stop me. You know why? Because I'm going to stop myself. You know why? Because I'm lazy... The End.

Hey I'm half korean, we LOVE floors. =)