They Don't understand...
They say *I* don't seem to be mature enough to be writing this way. They say I don't put any imagination in my words...well, lets see...I am Homeschooled, Got a problem with that? I'm in ********' 11th grade, My memory lasts as long as icecream. It just disappears. I have a problems(Besides the noticible ones..), like..hmm, A Syndrome. But...no one would care if I told anyone. Does my mom even care?...I know my boyfriend does, my friends at RoD do. But...anyone else...they think what I have it fake, not real, like saying I tell it for attention. Lies! I'd never do that. I write storys,...some about death, others about what my mind feels like. Like my poetry...half of the people that read them, I bet don't think they are anywhere near about myself. But...you see...they are.
SilverAlchemistx3 · Sun Mar 18, 2007 @ 09:53am · 0 Comments |