I wanted to be happy but I didn't feel safe at home and I couldn't tell not even my
friends about my home life. I come home to screaming. Tears roll down my face. The
hits. I want to know what true love is. I want to be happy but whenever I am, hell
crashes down upon me. It hurts. I want to grow wings and fly away from this place to
I met a boy today who shared the same pain I did. He was so sweet and kind and unlike
me he didn't hide in a shell. We found out we were neighbors and talked to each other
constantly. I couldn't hide how much I loved him. I've never been so in love.
Maybe... this is what true love is. If it is, I don't ever want to not be in love.
The knife. The pain. It slashes across my skin. He watches my fate before his eyes.
Her fist come across my face. It hurt. The glass. It shatters. No hope for me. Not
anymore. I fall into nothingness.
My lifeless body. It laid down below. They took me away. They arrested her. I guess
bad people do get what they deserve.
No more tears to weep. I walk the plains with no hope. No dreams. But there stood my
beloved standing in front of me. There stood my friends. They smiled at me.
I was alive once again.
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