hari 1 of my diary
Dear Esmerelda (diary),
Death is my new favorit word. Closely followed oleh tragedy. I made a daftar of my new favorit words since "He Who I Can Not Name, Because He Broke My Heart" left. Oh, all right. His name is . . . John. Oh, I want to die! Anyway, here's the list:
1. Death
2. Tragedy
3. Suicide
4. Hate
5. Nothing
6. Night
7. Darkness
8. Devil
I don't know what to do. I decided that I would wear all black. I'm going goth. He Who I Can Not Name hated goths. I like the Goth Club at my school. I never have to smile atau laugh. And we trade ways to kill ourselves every Wednesday at lunch. I must go. The bats are calling. (That means it's nighttime)
Hate,
Ashley. Nicknamed Dark Sun.
hari 2 of my diary.
Dear Esmerelda,
Anna, my new BFF, nicknamed Night Rose, is at my house. Mother hates my goth clothes and makeup, and says it's worse when Anna's here. Our Goth Club assignment is to think of 3 ways to kill ourselves, and we're on yahoo.com/ways2killurself. We found a good one: Cut open your stomache and hang yourself on a pohon oleh your intestines. Also, drown yourself in your own urine/vomit/poop. EWWWWWW!!!!!!!! (but it's interesting)
Hate,
Dark Sun
hari 3 of my diary
Dear Esmerelda,
Goodbye. Forever. I am about to stand in front of a train, and let it take my worthless, miserable life. Mother, I cinta you. And clean Father's closet. It smells like cat food. Father, I cinta you. Take care of yourself, and try to give up smoking. Anna, I hope anda live up to your dream and follow soon after me. Keep holding on until anda feel a calling to enter a new world, which I did. John, go suck ass, anda worthless mutt.
The train is here. Goodby........
Author's note: I am NOT suicidal. I randomly thought of this and took a chance. I WILL NOT KILL MYSELF!
Author's note to Twilight Saga fans: Twilight is not for goths, and anda guys rock my world! Keep on rocking!
-alice_cullen_12
Dear Esmerelda (diary),
Death is my new favorit word. Closely followed oleh tragedy. I made a daftar of my new favorit words since "He Who I Can Not Name, Because He Broke My Heart" left. Oh, all right. His name is . . . John. Oh, I want to die! Anyway, here's the list:
1. Death
2. Tragedy
3. Suicide
4. Hate
5. Nothing
6. Night
7. Darkness
8. Devil
I don't know what to do. I decided that I would wear all black. I'm going goth. He Who I Can Not Name hated goths. I like the Goth Club at my school. I never have to smile atau laugh. And we trade ways to kill ourselves every Wednesday at lunch. I must go. The bats are calling. (That means it's nighttime)
Hate,
Ashley. Nicknamed Dark Sun.
hari 2 of my diary.
Dear Esmerelda,
Anna, my new BFF, nicknamed Night Rose, is at my house. Mother hates my goth clothes and makeup, and says it's worse when Anna's here. Our Goth Club assignment is to think of 3 ways to kill ourselves, and we're on yahoo.com/ways2killurself. We found a good one: Cut open your stomache and hang yourself on a pohon oleh your intestines. Also, drown yourself in your own urine/vomit/poop. EWWWWWW!!!!!!!! (but it's interesting)
Hate,
Dark Sun
hari 3 of my diary
Dear Esmerelda,
Goodbye. Forever. I am about to stand in front of a train, and let it take my worthless, miserable life. Mother, I cinta you. And clean Father's closet. It smells like cat food. Father, I cinta you. Take care of yourself, and try to give up smoking. Anna, I hope anda live up to your dream and follow soon after me. Keep holding on until anda feel a calling to enter a new world, which I did. John, go suck ass, anda worthless mutt.
The train is here. Goodby........
Author's note: I am NOT suicidal. I randomly thought of this and took a chance. I WILL NOT KILL MYSELF!
Author's note to Twilight Saga fans: Twilight is not for goths, and anda guys rock my world! Keep on rocking!
-alice_cullen_12
Serena
He didn't seem... mad. Like he should have been. Like he had every right to be.
He stopped maybe a meter away from me. I glanced up, and saw the same look of indecision I had seen on his face the first day.
I had no idea what I was supposed to do. My life is not a perfect little story where happy endings are mandatory.
I didn't expect myself to sink to the floor against the dinding and begin crying. There just weren't words to say what I wanted to.
I didn't expect him to sit in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. He forced me to to look up at him, and he said, "Tell me."
He didn't seem... mad. Like he should have been. Like he had every right to be.
He stopped maybe a meter away from me. I glanced up, and saw the same look of indecision I had seen on his face the first day.
I had no idea what I was supposed to do. My life is not a perfect little story where happy endings are mandatory.
I didn't expect myself to sink to the floor against the dinding and begin crying. There just weren't words to say what I wanted to.
I didn't expect him to sit in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. He forced me to to look up at him, and he said, "Tell me."