Sorry I've been away, I've been dealing with my ghosts.
I dated my ex, a faerie, for about a month again (mistake) I'm starting to feel that witches and faeries don't get along! All we ever have done is fight!
So I'm single for the 100th time this year, I usually scare people away with my gifts and 'weirdness.'

I still love this guy who's been my friend for about 6 years now, but he lives in a different state and although says he has the same feelings, he doesn't want to date me. I'm very confused of what he wants, really.

I also struggle with "normal" jobs, I had to quit my very first one and now no one has been calling me back for applications. That's fine, I don't like working, but I kind of need money and to get money I need a job.

So these are the things I've been dealing with, but let me introduce you to my new familia!

His name is Dexter, he's a 15th gen mixed breed cat, he's mostly maine coon, and part tabby, part siamese, etc.
He's a very beautiful cat, and he loves people. Moreso, he loves their feet. And shoes.
It was hard for him adjusting to my other two cats, my 11 year old tortis shell and my 2 year old tabby, Dexter is about 6 months now so I'll have him for a long time. My 11 year old is sadly running out of her days, we don't expect to have her around much longer. My 2 year old we have no idea about, she's very destructive.

My 2 year old toy poodle, Emmy, passed away a month ago, she became blind, got severe arthritis, and was in pain constantly, so we put her down. Her ashes will come back soon, hope she's in your prayers like she is mine!

That's all I have! Talk again next time!

Someone forgot to leave. There's always someone who doesn't listen; they got to see what was in the closet. Might as well show you inside...

-Opening the closet door, a wide, very antique-like double door.-

This is my closet. Want to come in?
*the closet is a long, dark corridor with many other doors inside; some labeled, some not. There's a bathroom, a study, many essentials, but there's far more unlabeled rooms in comparison.

What do you find behind the first unnamed door?

Welcome to my dorm.

It's not actually there; but we've all created our spiritual dorm to live in and lock ourselves away in when we get upset.

Mind is unique, like everyones, but it's special too.

The walls and ceiling are all black; the windows are painted black so no sun can reach in. Red blood stains line the door frame as if a horrible accident took place.
My bed is up very high, it's also black with grey pillows and has drawers underneath it. Inside, I store my notes, my research, my books, my spells and enchantments. Everything to do with witchcraft is in one side, in the other is my random ideas and drawn blanks.

Over my bed is a red veil that drops over each corner, allowing me to close it if I want absolute solitude. Theres a light hanging over the middle of my bed so I have reading/writing/drawing light, allowing me to work peacefully.

I have a lot of mirrors in my room, they're all covered with red sheets so nothing can come through without my permission. There's a sacrificial circle in the middle of my floor for my incantations and other rituals. My table is next to it, up against a wall. It's a little oakwood table that's clearly been used over the years - it's filled with candles and incense and everything you'd expect.

The door to my room has exactly 13 locks, I usually only ever use one unless I feel threatened or in danger. 13 is my magic number.

On my walls, there's notes and journal entries pasted all over. They tell my story; my life, they're a reminder of what I have and haven't done.

I've welcomed you to visit my tiny dorm room, but now I must ask you to leave, and never come back. If you come back, you'll find out what's in my closet...

Mirrors....

Everyone takes mirrors for granted, looking in them and playing silly games, playing with their own fate.
I don't think people realize how big of a gateway mirrors are to the other world. They let demons into ours; they work as a portal that only they can pass through. And by playing silly games like "Bloody Mary", we invite these things into our homes.

If you want to do yourself a favor, smash your mirrors. Get rid of them. Especially if you live in a high supernatural zone.

My name is Jezi, but I have another side to me. I like to think of her as my sister, but I know she's not real. Or, she can't be seen. I have copper hair and hazel eyes, I'm pale and have freckles. My other side, or Keira Jasmin is her name, has bright red hair and blue-green eyes, she's also pale but has less freckles. Keira is the attitude side of me, she changed who I was starting when I was 12, which is when she appeared.

Me, myself, am a child with the ability to feel a ghostly presence and whether or not it is good, bad, or neutral; my best friend Victoria has a "ghost" that she says she believes is her dead sister, who has been attached to her since birth. Her name is Laura, she used to possess Vic all the time and give her bad dreams and experiences, but now she's kind of neutral. I usually can feel her presence before Vic sees her, And if we talk about her she gets REALLY angry, because she doesn't understand what we're talking about or why. Laura cannot be around high energy areas, because she'll drain Vic's energy and appear even to others. Hailey, Vic's friend, can feel Laura as well, and her presence is like an overwhelming feeling of doom. Hailey also has a spirit attached to her, but she doesn't appear as often and doesn't have a name; she's also not part of her life like Laura is to Vic. Her presence is very frilly, and calm. She's a neutral ghost from what I have felt.

Then there's me, I can hear whispers and see ghosts; I've seen all of Laura, whereas Vic has never seen the bottom of her dress and I have. From both our perspectives, we've seen Laura in a white gown, which actually means shes angry. If she wears red, it actually means she's calm. But enough of that; I have a spirit attached to me. I call him my guardian angel; Yes, I'm a girl but it seems that my spirit is opposite. His name is Alekz, he appeared when I was around 16 and struggling with school. He's dark and has tattered wings and no halo, I often draw him with a broken halo to the side (black) and emo-like hairstyle. He doesn't usually come unless I call him or I'm in trouble, or if I feel threatened. He has a protective presence, that feels like wings wrapped around me. I often hold his hand when I'm scared and talk to him when I'm lonely. Hailey and Vic have both felt his presence, which after that I was sure he was real and not just another imaginary friend... At least, if the others are imaginary friends. Sometimes I've wondered if the thousands of "imaginary" friends I've had were actually spirits, playing with me. I might never know; but it's odd I had an imaginary friend named Issabella shortly after my real friend named Issabella died. Issabella (the alive one) traded paper dolls with me, and every time I touch her doll, I feel as if her spirit is in it and often wondered if my doll was still at her old house.

I'm 18 now, 19 in December, and have to cope with many voices and thoughts running through my mind and passing me, and trying to ignore the odd feelings I get at certain times, especially at work. Though, I do let it pour out when I'm alone.

My other self; Keira, I usually keep locked away, but she loves to show up and be the center of attention. I'll often wake up the next day not knowing what I dreamed of or remembering her dreams; or not remembering "my" previous day activities.\

I love supernatural things and have always been a fan of death; I was born on Friday the 13th and I feel that was my gateway to the underworld and its spirits, the reason I see and hear mostly fallen angels and spirits that never made it to heaven, or spirits trapped on earth. I've never actually felt a holy presence, and that scares me. I'm often referred to as "the devil's child" and "the heart with no soul" hopefully you'll get to understand why, if you hadn't already.