I have long wanted to be a journalist. It seems every essay i wrote in school always got an A or B...which was a stark contrast to my typical C-D range. And every song i wrote in music classes and poems i wrote in English classes were always the only exceptional thing. (CLICK THE ARROW!)

All the times I let you in
All the times I let you scream
All the times I let you yell
at me

All the times I wanted out
All the times of fearful doubt
All the times I let you
control me

are over...

Can Anyone Hear Me?
By Beth Clarkson

The love i once knew
is nowhere to be found
So now here I am
crying on the ground.

Can anyone hear me?
Can anyone see?
That I am crying,
That I am in need.

What is this thing i have become,
Something so angry, someone so dumb.

What is this hatred inside my heart
for someone i've never met
for someone who stole my heart.

Can anyone hear me?
Can anyone see?
That I am crying.
That I am in need.

Alright so I'm about as bord as can possibly be right now. I'm currently listening to/ watching the video of "Never Again" on the laptop while my aunt runs the vacuum. My older cousin plays with my little cousin in the floor. My aunt is in the other room on the computer making something for her daugher so she can perform in her band without "falling out" of her clothes. Her mother is simply paranoid...that girl doesn't have a problem with that but whatever.

Today I am going to see Harry Potter 5 sometime, as promised by my cousin that she would take me. So i'm semi-excited about that.

My life this week has been crazy!!! Click the arrow to read more.

Hello everyone,
My name is Beth Clarkson. No i am not related to Kelly, but my last name is truly Clarkson. I just wanted to say that before anyone asked me if i was related. Unfortunately not. However, I am fortunate enough to share her last name. How cool, right???

Please y'all, don't ask me if i know her. I don't.

Thanks.

Much Love,
Beth C.