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Welcome
OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.



About
Name: Mallory Kate Jacks
Birthday: Febuary 11
Color: Red
Music: all that is good and easily recollected
Call: Veritas Vincit
Purpose: To give a completely honest review
of the life of yours truly.
Honesty is my policy.
Without honesty their is no truth.
Without truth I find no reason to live.
I find no reason to continue my search for "home".
So let us live on and continue gasping for breath.
"Love all, serve all, and create no sorrow".


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Monday, January 11, 2010 8:55 PM
So I was going to start a wordpress but decided it's to much work and to little readers. (everyone needs a little attention, right)

So here is the NEW.

Today, was the first day of real life. Life, as real as it's going to get for the time being at least.

As of late, my life has been on shuffle.

Today, I chose a song, pressed the Genius button and put it on repeat.

I'm a transfer student from the University of Arkansas at Fayetteville to the University of Arkansas at Little Rock. This sounds disastrous and it is.

The transition from freedom back into the strong hold of my parental figures has not and will not be easy. After all, this house has never been my home. I have no home.

Of course, I didn't make it this way. Who in their right mind would ask to constantly be on the run from their parents? They did it. They chose to divorce each other. And I'm not throwing a pity party. Im not bitter anymore. I could careless. But deep down inside we all long for a place to BE. I place of stability filled with love. I place to speak freely, love openly, and breathe easily. I've never really caught my breath.

This is okay with me...for the time being. I'll continue living my life. Constantly moving from place to place. People watching, being with people, loving people. Anywhere but here. At the end of the day, I will retire into my bed and dream of the day I am home. I can't wait till that day.

Moving on.

My constant desire to please people continues to fill my unhappy void. If the people around me are happy; I am happy.

Which is reason number two that I refuse to be around my parents for more than 5 hours, they are just unhappy people, I've never been able to please them.

Often, this habit rips me apart. One cannot expect to please everyone - but I do. If my goal is unreachable, I panic. With this panic and anxiety comes a neglect. I neglect myself.

How is it that I can take care of everyone else, but cannot take care of myself?

Now that I've gotten that out of the way, let me return to the purpose of my blog: To give a completely honest review of the life of yours truly. Honesty is my policy. Without honesty their is no truth. Without truth I find no reason to live. I find no reason to continue my search for "home". So let us live on and continue gasping for breath. "Love all, serve all, and create no sorrow".

Veritas Vincit,

mk