so what i know i havent tuched my diary in opver a year. who gives a fuck, if you dont like it fuck off. im just feeling really down because its the month were everyone is all " its x-mass what did you get me" i always reply " a big fat... oh yeh nm its you nothing" so im sayin to all of you. dont wish e a marry fucking x-mass. jesus died who gives a fuck so did these popl i cared about im my life:
jim latore
j.r. anderson ( father)
grand mom frey
my cussin
second cosin on my moms side
my second best bud shayla
my sister diana
my great grand mom rose
grandma beth anderson
and the list goes on. so fuck x-mass!
and i hate ppl that like the new year!

yo all its been a while but im back and happy ive been hangen out with my boyfriend and my staker!
as you know my grandmother died! but she was 92 and lived a full life.
to day ive been dateing ryan moats for a week! and tomarrow i plan on haveing some fun during star! ( time to talk to teches, if you whant!) if ya know what i mean! * blinks left eye* heres a new idea i had.
cup half full with blood half empty with whater!

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