well no poetry today yall my grandma gist died!
* starts crying, starts to sway with fatige falls down to floor and sob until asleep*
i might be on early tomarrow k buy!

well well i guesws my "diary" is actual going to be my poetry idea log if thats alright.
plz just don't take my IDEAs their mine. * grabs anything with words on it clutching it close to her chest*
so here goes
i don't whant to be me anymour
i don't whant to be anymour
no one heres my pleas anymour
no one comes near my pleas anymour
cose everyone knows...
everyday, every way, every thing that you say!
i just cant seem to stay away.
im dwindling away but trying to stay.
ok enouf now im outty