my journal is just series of events ever other teen would go through... anger, happiness, hate, sadness, and whatever else I didn't say. There may be a little bit of the poetry I write occasionally....
I really thought you liked me, But maybe I was wrong, Cause you never took time to talk to me, And when you did it wasn't very long, I'm not going to cry, I'm not really even sad, Cause even though I had you, I still felt really bad