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Why is my dad such a jerk? Why is he so cruel to Adam? When he turns the radio up on Adam's pleading voice? When he turns to me and asks what this "idiot", his own son, is saying to him. When he tells my brother no to things he says yes to me? Does he honestly think I'm happy when he ignores and hurts Adam? Does he think it makes him cool to see his eldest son's eyes well with tears. Who does he think he is? God, to judge whoever he wants? What did Adam do to you, Dad? Who do you think you are? When you yell and scream at him it hurts me too. So, yes, sometimes I get annoyed at him, so what? Who says s

      Having a crush on friend(s) is B-a-d. I have to friends i am currently crushing on. I can't tell you their names 'cause you'll know a secret that you'll judge me for forever. One of the friends know and one don't. I love them both equally but I'm afraid to tell one of them because I don't think they likes me. I made the mistake of telling one of them and look how things turn up? I'm still single and the friend completely ignores it. They still act like I'm just a friend and I REALLY want to be more. But what would our other friends think? What would our parents think? What would strangers think if they saw us walking down the street hol

"Dad! I’m headed of to school!" I yelled from outside the door. I quickly scurried down the steps. "Okaaay! Bye, love." I  heard him shout from inside the house. Sigh. I love all of his loud, obnoxious voice. My dad is the best. All the way from his salt and pepper hair to his big, hairy feet. I feel I am closer to him then I was when Mom still lived. Dad has always been there for  me,  even  after their divorce and when I went to go stay with Mom. Not that he should have stopped loving me, but he wasn't mad.Then, when Mom got sick he actually cared and was concerned. Sometimes I take advantage of him for his ability to trust me, but he

unlike anything else loves to be crazy insane needs to be abstract abstract, outrageous lving this makes me insane loves to be diffrent

Today is not my day, misplacing my lucky charm I was shaken. Today, I forgot something too important to forget, My faith in myself. Pain. embarassment, I feel everyday, I saunter into homeroom. I walk into class. "Hello, Jordan!' I say self-conscience of being picked on. "What do you want, Punk?" comes out of the mass of teenagers. Every morning, I do this. Every morning, the same thing happens. Why? What is wrong with me? This morning, I arose from my slumber, "Nobody will love you today!" I say, to the mirror. Why would you? Look into my dull eyes, look at my unmanigable hair. Look at my squishy

Dreaming My room is as silent as midnight the open window blows damp air into my haven of memories. I flip the switch on my lamp, the light swishes through my room even with my window open. I need more air. I start my fan. Bzz. Swoosh. Cold air blasts thrugh my room and disrupts my peaceful silence I twist the nob on my fan low a low humming sound fills my room, the fan sounds of outside noises, I hear from my open window. Crickets chirp soothing me as I lose myself in the fantasy world of my book. I plunge deeper in my book, untill my eyes grow heavy, so heavy I cannot force them open any longer I toss my glasses to