The time has come when I stay farewell to my childhood and major part of my adolescent shelter. The house is sold. My parents are officially divorced. Either tomorrow night or Thursday, I am going to be staying my first night in my the apartment ( Read more... )

Let me tell you how it feels to actually starting hating the ones you love. It begins with a broken promise, and it turns to a drunken story about pain and deceit. I'm so upset right now. I'm not mad at my mom but, I miss her so much... I miss her being home, I miss talking to her. I don't like feeling like I am second best to her. And that music, ( Read more... )

Its been a REALLY long time since I wrote a poem...So its kind of shitty. But it gets my point across in a creative way. This way I don't have to ramble or talk a lot...I hate talking. Anyways, shutting up.

Broken Promises

I hang up the phone with a sigh ( Read more... )

Okay. Yeah. I'm kind of angry. I should be going to school tomorrow. But, I am going to skip since my mom wants to do her thing, and Cody can't give me a ride. So, I'm just going to stay up all night and try to finish my homework/independent studies. And, I need write this shit down so I can visually see it. So, here it goes ( Read more... )

If you read this, even if I don't speak to you often, you should post a memory of me. It can be anything you want, it can be good or bad, just so long as it happened. Then post this to your own journal and see what people remember about you.

*This should be fun, recalling past mistakes, and laughter... GO PEOPLE! GO!*