finally got ahold of myself, I called my friend. atfii
rst i kept my voicesilent. our code for silence was that something strange was happening. I heard her breathe twice. shetoldme, i havesomething to tell you. but when i asked what, the line died. then, i saw her at school. Her face donned a cool pale colour. I saw her
Then, that night, i had a dream. in that dream i was in a graveyard. The smoke was just like the steam that can make a snowman want to swim. the graves where tatty and broken down, it was like i could feel the spirits mourning over their own loss. i was standing over my grandmas grave, but i was different. My eyes shone a red. The kind of red that was seen on a sane, bloodthirsty lion. Then, i started to cry tears. But these tears were different. They were literally sea blue. i could hear the ocean screaming, sending chills in my ears, down my spine. Then I woke up. I do remember feeling that hunger. Remembering, wow, my dream couldn't be that real. I remeber feeling dark, deprieved circles under my eyes. When I [cont]
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sorry some of my grammar is wrong. im on a wiiu because my parents dont approve my way of life
This is my first journal. In the summer of 2010 i was feeling stupid. my friends were telling me to kill myself, my grandma had died, i heard voices, and i figured out my blood was screwed and my real dad left me for a preaching job and his/ my other family, wich were lied to about my exisistence. For the time being before that, i was a christian. After i put it into thought, i realized my beliefs were fatal and idiotic. At the time, I felt the need to outstand everyone. I wanted to be special. The need to be special grew everytime my parents asked me if i was OK. Then,
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