Hey everyone!

I've noticed that this platfor has several methods of making a little money built into it.

Winning monthly challanges

Getting Juiced by other users

and selling your books.

I was just wondering if any of you have sucessfully made anything off of these methods, and if its really a worthwhile part of the platform, or are you just here for the fun of the challanges?

In another world, maybe you would have made it.

Maybe you would have jumped a little farther.

Maybe that rock wouldn't have been lose when your foot hit it.

Maybe the ditch wouldn't have been so deep.

But no such luck.

This is this world, and you fell.

You hit the ground hard, and we all knew from the sound you made on impact, that there was no use trying to get you out.

In another world, maybe you wouldn't have been so stupid.

But then you wouldn't have been you. . . would you?

Dear Death

Why havent you come for me yet?

I lived my life, I did well, raised kids, helped people, accomplished all I wanted.

I'm ready to go, I have nothing else to do here, in this world.

Why are you making me wait for you?

Why make my grandkids spend their days by my hospital bed?

Why make the watch me in pain and sickness, instead of living for themselves.

I wish I could tell them to just go live, and let me wait to die.

But they won't listen to me, they'll only listen to you.

So please, won't you come and get me?

I'll be waiting.

I love you. . . but why do your words sting me?

You say you love me. . . but why do your fingers burn on my skin?

You gave me your forever. . . but forever feels too far away

You prommised we'd stay together. . . but that was before I realized I want to get away.

I love you. . . but the way you love me doesn't feel right.

I love you. . . but can I do it from a distance?

I love you. . . but I can't

Running, always running.

For years, all I've done is run.

Every second of every day spent watching over my shoulder, keeping distance between us.

Not a moments rest found me for most of my life, not a night passed that I didn't wake to keep running again.

Running from what? . . . I don't know.

I've never seen it, never heard it, never felt it.

It's instinct, maybe fight or flight? So I run. But I know its always behind me, always following.

. . . Until today.

I stopped running. . .

What now?

I sit down.

I take a deep breath.

I close my eyes.

It feels wrong. All I've ever done is run. . .

But whats the point of running if theres nothing to chase you?