Untitled c. 1994 Mama told me I had what it took Daddy said I'd break hearts They were certain I'd be alright I guess their expectations played the part I grey up but never was happy my soul was black and blue Like my body it was beaten for a love that wasn't true … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
Mortification Monday
In which I confess my love for Mark even though he doesn't feel the same about me. Being 13 sucks.
Bad Poetry Friday
Untitled c. 1994 What's it like to fall in love to feel and touch what we think is real What's it like to find someone special to know that they are truly the one What's it like to lose someone you care about to know that you can never see them again … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
Mortification Monday
Today's diary entries feature more crush drama with Mark and yet another a cruel joke. I can't seem to catch a break.
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Makes No Sense c. 1994 There is no warmth in a cold man's heart there is no life after we part Eternity could end tomorrow or the day after We could all end our lives in tears or laughter Our last breath could be poison our last look a crime they look me up … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
Mortification Monday
In which I reveal cruel jokes, mean friends, making the cheerleading squad, and a new "massive" crush.
Bad Poetry Friday
Keeping up with last week's theme of bad country songs, here is another. Mother c. 1994 My mother's happiness was locked in a jar without it she couldn't go far The pills were like candy she always had them handy Til the day that they were gone we never thought anything was wrong … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
Mortification Monday
Today's selection of six short entries span 10 days and include making mad cash babysitting, a new potential best friend, and of course more on the Justin/ Tiffany saga and my crush on Kyle. Friday, August 26th Justin needs to make some friends. He and Toff are a couple now but he calls me … Continue reading Mortification Monday
Mortification Monday
Today's entry breaks down my first day of 7th grade. I also answer the eternal question, "Am I boy crazy?" You'll have to watch the awkward video to find out the answer.
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Untitled c. 1994 She looks like an angel, or so it seems, with a head full of thoughts, and a heart full of dreams. Her voice is a whisper, softer than the evening sky, a smile like no other, and gentle eyes. Her eyes of blue and locks of the sun, she is silent; she … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
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