11/14/12

If I tear down my wall, would you tear yours down with me? If I open my door, would you come into the room? Today I write not for the sake of keeping track of my life or for the world to know my story, but so I can express myself and open up in the utmost private. I am tall and have been tall for most of my life. My hair is dark and long with many curles near the bottom. This is how I present myself and I ask you to look past my dress and look into my mind and see how I function. I have gotten many rude remarks about my clothes, hair, and overall look, but stay with me, watch me and you will see my kindness. I'm not perfect, I am rude at sometimes and I can be ignorant, but kindness conquers all.

11/15/12

Friends can go far, they can laugh, play, and enjoy your company, but there will always be that one person, whether male or female, tall or short, fat or skinny, black, white, mexican, asian, indian, gay, straight, bi, smart, dumb, that one being will always be there, in the dark, holding the flashlight with sword in hand. I wrote this story a while back based on [friend]*, my best friend of whom has had suicidal thoughts. I write this to spread the message about suicide in teens and to test just how far friendship can go.

See Sacrifices

11/18/12

Days come and go, some are good, and some are bad. Today to me has been negative in a way. [I just finished reading a very sad story today]**. After I had read it, I had never felt so alone, so dirty. It's not my fault of my ways, but sometimes I think, what would it be like to be one of them, to be what people would call normal. But I am proud of myself, and my best friend is proud of my courage. And so today I ordain succesful!

*I am hiding my friends name to protect his privacy

**For the most part I wrote my entries word for word, but what I wrote here made absolutely no sense, so I just had to re-word it