PERFECTLY aware that I need to be on more. I have been drawing nonstop in my lack of computer. Dude, you should see my hands! All black from charcoals and pencils. Washed constantly but not getting any lighter. Haha.
Hopefully I can get a computer of my own again and be on constantly to torrment the few of you who continue to make the mistake of messaging me.
To all of you people, kudos for your bravery.

(I'm a born again atheist so stop messaging me about how I must find jesus- is he lost? You must be so worried.)

I’m so sorry.
Believe it or not.
I can’t take what I did back,
I can’t make it better,
But I tried.
I’m so sorry.
For all of my scars.
They hurt you more then me.
I can’t make them go away.
They don’t fade.
I’m so sorry,
That he hit you,
That I wasn’t there,
to take the blow.

Doesn't rhyme. There is no real poeticness to it. Its to my mom. She knows how much I love her, even if I can't rhyme when i apologize to her...

My diary ponders exsistance like I do. I also ponder why all these weird guys form obsessions with me then follow me around...and why these guys are always way older then me? ARG.

Should I leave my diary sad and empty? Probably. Who reads this stuff anywho?

my diary was sad and empty.
I really have nothing to say here.
I need a job.
I need a replacement Soulmate. Stupid Mandaas...