::At my granbitches house I write::

~<>~ I sit here. Biting my tongue, killing myself inside. I remember so long ago, when my cousin, Trey, and I use to be close. Not anymore. We only speak to each other when forced, eye contact is even rarer than words themselves. I hate Tuesday, You know why? Because of the wanna be family I'm forced to converse ( Read more... )

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Y' know. . . typing out my problems to someone over the Internet always seem to make it worse when it came to my mom. I have one friend that I can relate to on that subject, but I only talk to him on the net. . .never met him or talked to him on the phone so he's out. I could talk to Julia, but she only relates in a grandfather she wasn't that ( Read more... )

TTTTAAAAAAAWWWWWWEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Like ya okay! so i'm home from school today. . . like OMG am i so freaking hyper or am i so freaking hyper?? OKay well i'm just rambling on and on and there really is no point what so ever to me writing but do i care?? noperonies!! yeah yeah yeah lalala thhhhhhpppptttttttt!!!! hehe okies well Ja Ne!!!

Ok, first off a warning to all thoughs who are reading this. I got this to express how i feel. I love to write, and i write what i feel. But sometimes i'm unable to make a story out of my emotions and just want a place to put it where i can go back to read it later on. Keep the Memory alive.

~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~Through brutal ( Read more... )