217. The best I can do..
4:45 p.m. & Thursday, Dec. 28, 2006
I've been absent from this diary longer than I initially realized.
Things went bad three months ago, and I haven't looked back since..
Some days are easier than others.
Some aren't.
Some days all I want to do is hate with vengance exacted out with all these wrongs. But I can't.
When all I feel is hate, I hide it.
And sometimes that's the best I can do..
I want to remember What takes a lifetime to forget
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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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