5. Mother�s day runner
7:56 p.m. & Sunday, May. 14, 2006
We had a Mother�s Day luncheon today. The people who ran the restaurant were assholes and overpriced everything because they were prejudice, so we decided to do a runner. It was all going well until my sister went to find the car and meet us around the corner but got lost in the process. She called us numerous times asking for directions. It was highly amusing.
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I am me. Nothing more, nothing less. I write. I don?t write beautiful things. I write about things that happen to me. Things that come from my soul. Deep inside me. This is my life. This is my angst. This is my happiness. This is my joy. This is my sorrow, and my pain. I don?t consider myself a 'poet' in any manner. I consider myself a struggling teen just trying to get by in life. I've only a few things left to hold onto. And writing is one of those...
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