well, this is my 1st journal entry on this web site.so i'm going to let you guys know more about me.My name is Leslie.and as you know, i'm perfectly depressed happy. My life is nothing more than a living hell a slice of heaven cheesecake.D: nah..but really, theres nothing more to know about me except i'm a sad lonely emo 16 year old female and not ready to give up on life.
i'm a photographer...or atleast..planning on being one....i used to take beautiful pictures of my beloved Rhett before he left me...i kinda stopped taking pictres after that day...
most people dont believe me when i say the reasons on "why i'm emo"...but then again...for me..i have little reasons...but those little reasons take a huge toll on my life.a few months ago, i lost the one and only person in my life that i truly loved.Rhett.I lost him in a very tragic accident and i truly miss him. How did i lose him you ask? Well, we were together for about 5 years until he died. we were together in my room, holding each other {excuse me for i am crying.} i told him i loved him one last time.....i dont know why i did this at this moment...but this cool rush in my body told me to...so i did...and as i leaned in to kiss him...a bullet came through my window and shot him in the head..this happened on january 21st of 2007. he died at around 3:30 p.m. before the ambulance could get there..he bled to death..i had to hold him in my arms...as i cried..i gave him one last kiss before he left me.I loved him more than anything in this world..and now he is gone.I dont care if you believe me or not...but its true...to everyone that reads this..i just want you to know that whoever you hold close to you...whether it's your family member...or a very close companion...i want you to cherish them as much as you could...because you never know when they can leave and you will never have that last chance to tell them you love them.Just like the saying say.."you never know what you have until they're gone". and its 100 percent true.
so now i live at home...with only my mother and a younger brother of the tender age of 10.My mother abuses me and almost killed me once....but i got away.i continue with my education at my highschool. of course, i have preps trying to hurt me...but i usually win the fights...i've been in about 15 fights this year and only lost 1.the reason for this is because i was jumped.i'm not scared of weapons, a prep {he was a dude} tried fighting me with an armed gun right outside of school, but i have my ways and made sure he didnt hurt anyone...no i didnt kill him.So as you can tell, i'm very violent when provoked.and i guess i'll stop typing here...i'm getting a bit tired of having to remember pain as it is...so goodnight.
dedicated to my lovely rhett, boy...i miss you so much...
This was a picture i took of him before he died...
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