heehee... first diary entry!!! wahoo for me!!! ok, some writing... written when my friends and I were writing poetry back and forth during a fight, as you might gather...

I am sorry, dear friends, but you have changed, too. 
I no longer feel I should hang out with you. 
For one who would take what a friend should recieve
Deserves not that friend, so I've come to believe. 
When friend fears her friend, there is no reply. 
When friend loses friend, she need not ask why,
For the answer is clear. It is plain to see
That you no longer wish to hang around me. 

I won't twist and shout, nor deny what you said. 
I won't cry the tears, but hold them 'til you're dead. 
I just what you to think about what I have written. 
My feelings are no harmless calico kitten,
But a monster, once living under my bed
Now emerged, to bring tidings of that which I dread. 
You were kind once, and I was the same,
But we are caught up in that unending game. 
And I never thought it would happen to us. 
We biked, we swam, had fun on the bus,
Do you remember all the inside jokes? 
We took pictures and had laughs... now I hang by a rope. 
It's a short, clique-y rope that I will not climb,
For the relief at the top is not so sublime
As the friends that will come along down the road. 
There, no one envies, nor does power corrode. 

I could not have said this the right way with prose. 
Our new-shattered friendship quite clearly shows
That if there is nothing here that will make things change
Off of this rope, I may have to hang.