Ever since I can remember, I’ve been different from other kids. I liked girls. I don’t know what is was about them that I liked so much. They were so beautiful and sweet, much sweeter than any guy. I was always taught that stuff like that was wrong.
Tag: grandmother
The Car Crash….(True Story)
I was only six and my grandmother, grandpa jim, and cousin were going to visit Jims parents. We drove to Tennesse and had a great time visiting Jimmy’s parents. On the night we were driving home it started to rain. Jim was worrdied so he tried to “help” grandma drive by telling her how to.… Continue reading The Car Crash….(True Story)
The Inevitability
everything is unchanging and yet it changes so much alone here with the blood stained hands licking them clean as though i have done nothing wrong the beautiful blackness of the perfectly shaped orbs round and loving the way they never shunned u or said “you aren’t good enough for me” they love u consistently… Continue reading The Inevitability
Brushed Away
When you are a young child, people expect you to be happy and unsensible so that you can be told off, or to not understand the majority of things, so that they can look down on you and explain to you, the silly little thing you are, so that you can always think of them… Continue reading Brushed Away
Is this really it?
“Yhea well…” I trailed off. “Just get out of my room!” “I’m scared for you. I don’t know who you are anymore.” my mother sobbed. She leaves my room,knife in hand,and shuts the door.
Some people make me sick
What really make’s med is people who treat spirit’s as evil bieng’s,and im not treying to put the spot light on christian’s,but i find it mainly is them.
~Your gonna be sorry when it happens!~
ever since i was very little i have always wanted to be devon! it seems that my everyone likes him more then me my family does it feels like my friends do and just everyone in general!
The Dream Book
The night light shined eerily in the corner of my room. Once again I wake from a disturbing dream. Looking through my book of dream interpretations the symbols are different, but have the same meaning.
The Love Of my Father….
Author’s Note: OK, I told my bestest friend, Sinful Serena, I would submit this article, so here goes. *deep breath* The only memories that I can actually remember of my childhood are traumatic ones. I can’t even once remember being happy. It’s just a blur of confusion and fear. I have my reasons for this,… Continue reading The Love Of my Father….