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"Wakey wakey!" I heard a voice say loudly. I sluggishly got up and started to rub my eyes before yawning. As my vision cleared, I could see Jennifer dressed in her nightgown but neatly groomed.
Yo, I can't sing but I feel like singing I wanna fuckin' sing 'Cuz I'm happy, yeah, I'm happy I got my baby back, yo, check it out Somedays I sit staring out the window Watchin' this world pass me...
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Chops" because that was the name of his dog And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a...
Yes, I get depressed sometimes. My parents are divorced. But life is not a tragedy, and I'm not in remorse.
Dear Mother, I know i'm not perfect I know i'm a pain Its cause i'm a teenager Its in my DNA. But for all the things that go against my favor i like to think i manage (ish) to control my behaviour.
Why does my daughter try to avoid me all the time. It's not that easy to explain this in rhyme. She is 16 and has lived with her mother for 5 years. When we lived together there were often tears.
I look nothing like her. the girl on the Christmas card. smiling next to my sister. smiling next to my brother. that isn't me. it is. but not the real me. I don't know her. I don't know what I think.
"To see the world from your eyes Part I : Dear diary Dear diary, Today was the best day ever. The morning started off as it usually did.
- first draft, be kind... - One. God, this Pack meeting was boring.
Chapter 1 I closed my eyes. Feeling the fresh, cold wind on my face. I stood there waiting, waiting till the right moment. "You get away from that cliff Jay!"' Mum said waving her arms.
"Rachel" ******************** Year: 1999 Age: 5 Location: Elizabeth-town, Kentucky I'm at my Uncle Elliot's with my younger brother Josh.
As I approach Helen's house, I glance at the faded roof. When we were 6, a hurricane came blazing through our little town. It didn't do much damage. The most damage it did was to Helen's house.
(sorry, this isn't my best, just something I kind of threw together at the time.
We got to thinking About why you're with me Just another man in the men's room Pissing seconds at the stall.
So as I was saying my mother believed that this wasn't the best school for me. Ok I have to admit I had some interesting times. Like when this guy came in threatening the lunch ladies with a water...
In the kitchen I remember every Sunday. Cooking eggs with my dad. As that was the only thing he knew how to make. In the hallway. I remember all the fights. My mum and dad used to have. In the lounge.
Not as long as the first chapter. Enjoy... Quinn rearanges her face into a forced smile. "Hello, girls. Say hi to Mr. and Mrs. Pillet." Tayla chokes out a weak "Hi." Laynie nods sharply.
Dear diary, I'm sure everyone has that one ex that the think about every now and then. I know I do. And the funny thing is I truly don't know why I do it.
Hey. I'm Andrea Weasley. Yep, you heard me. Weasley. Anyway, here's some stuff you should know about me. Name: Andrea (You call me Andy!) Weasley.
When you first came, A hindrance, Now that you've grown, An annoyance. You were always seen, As cute, While they wished I, Was mute. You get to sit, Do nothing, I have to run, Always busy.
Reginae I woke up the next morning naked next to a naked Christopher. Christopher had his arms wrapped snuggly around me. I unwrapped myself from his arms and walked slowly into the bathroom.
*apologies for the swear word, but it came from the heart* I am the product of a love that once existed I am what they made me, how they shaped me.
Got no sleep last night in this strange bed. Mum looked knackered while dad was snoring. Met the in-laws today....god help me!. Mum says I'm going home tomorrow, can't wait.
Nighttime terror feeds the habits Newly weds make love like wild rabbits Heartbeat rhythm feels the static Carpet burns, friction, automatic Headlight beams of gloom in traffic Blinded by love from...