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Note: This fact is so insanely bizarre you'll probably think I'm lying. But believe me when I tell you I speak the truth. Have you ever wondered what the symbol on the Nazi flag means.
Well this is great. As I thought mom banned me from using any form of technology for a month. Which means I can't talk to Susan for another month. Oh and Julie is still not talking to either of us.
It was nothing. Just the sound of my knuckles hitting the wall. I'm not one for violence but you make me so mad. You got me crazy, distort. I'm out of my mind.
It's been a week since I last talked to Susan or Julie. Julie hasn't been on the bus but I've seen her in school. I wonder why.
Hey guys, Due to technical difficulties (my laptop) I won't be writing any stories for a few days. My laptop sort of broke. Sorry Alexandra.
I'm so caflumbled :S.
Boys boys boys... Why are you so confusing. Your messing with my head boy. Your messing up my hair. Your messing up my life boy. When did it all get so confusing. Wow did we grow up fast..
Delicate. I think so... One drop of the hat and you got me in tears. One long hug and it's the mist of being in love.
Can't breathe. It's all your fault. Yes, I'm putting the blame on you. You caught me like a common flu, coughing and sputtering everywhere.
I jumped...again. No one calls me by my real name except for really old teachers, even though I correct them 100 times a day.
Silence is all that is left, And this aching pain inside my chest. I tried my best not to fall for you, but you made me feel so... so... Un-blue??. A smile upon my face walking to the bus stop.
hey guys, This is kinda a small chapter but enjoy anyway. Chapter 8: Jane Wedding gift “What do you want?” I hissed as he walked through the door.
No family exists without problems. If we all accepted that, we would love our parents and sibling more because no one can be perfect!.
I noticed very few people like my story so far. That's ok. Sometimes I feel like writing stories when I'm bored or have nothing else to do.
Has anyone one ever wondered why we exsiste. Our exectance is meaningless. We go to school to learn so we can have a good job but what good does that do to anything but us mamles.
My best friend laughs at me and tells me I should work for customs. Cuz if I think a guy is cute, he's probably done something stupid..
So I guess that pretty brown-haired girl was right. My house is haunted. So I went downstairs to get some info.
Loss is the pain of us. Pain is the death of us. Death is the end of us. The end of us might end someone else. I won't let this happen. Not if I can stop it..
I live in New York. Or at least I did. Mom got a new job in California which might as well be on the other side of the globe. It's hot, it's boring and the nearest amusement park is 100 miles away.
For a while I'm gonna be writing a story feel free to offer suggestions for a title.
Dear god, Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Sincerely, Kenna Ps. I thank you for this..
What was the best food you've ever tasted. Just puttin that out there. If you want, you can answer And possibly check me out.
Sleep now dear Lay down your head You've nothing to fear Let me have another butterbeer Settle down my love I'm sorry for you You were my dove Fistey and great You will always be my mate Goodbye my...
Just because I read doesn't mean I'm taking it all in. I'm just passing the time - a sort of escapism. It Doesn't mean that I'm studying to write.