The stuff I write about is not for the faint of heart...
~I...~
I...I stayed up half the night crying from a poem my master wrote me...I know...I'm weak..But, it meant a lot to me to know she loves me...I had a bad day at school on the 26...I got snapped at and hurt..My life seems to have turned on me for the most part...And I'm tierd of it...I'm hurt enough..And this...This makes me feel life crap...