Life is...

2000-12-07T13:38:00.000-08:00

"as long as the gift was chosen or made from your hands and your eyes... it means the world to me"

2000-12-07T12:37:00.000-08:00

just remember even though you have problems.. doesn't make you a problem.

2000-12-07T11:48:00.000-08:00

I wrote something.. hey It's kinda dumb but you know.. it's my blog:
open the letter in the pouring rain
it said baby now i know your pain
from when i was your age
the words melted down the page
i couldnt believe what they say
im not as weak as you think i am
and my tears dont come without reason
maybe you spoke before you knew me
maybe you know that youre wrong
open the letter in the pouring rain
nothing could ever make me feel the same
the rain turned into glass
the shards went through me fast
and i couldn't move
nothing can improve
run to my room immediately
take out my pictures of me
cut out the eyes and send them
back to the sender of the letter in the pouring rain

2000-12-06T22:55:00.000-08:00

life is made of many things. I've noticed that when people see a lot of things that life consists of.. they just don't want to live anymore. Most of my friends are suicidal... I'm not though. strange huh? but I know that suicide is not a trend.. but more of a pain that people can't handle.. I've had a really hard life. I'm an orphan, adopted by people who told me i should die. I've watched many people die. I've been beaten, raped, threatened... many things. Now i have constant seizures. I'm only 15. what now?