sometimes parents dont understand you, sometimes they fight with you, and sometimes the forget how hard it is to be a teenager. i dont really argue with my parents a lot but when i do it's really hard because it really hurts you feelings and what happens is it makes me want to separate myself from them. i dont like that feeling. when my stepmom gets really mad she says things that are, really hurtful and make me feel like she doesnt care or love me at all. which sucks. and if i could tell something to all the parents of the world i would say that they should try really hard to remember how difficult and scary it is to be a teenager and that were going through more things than we often tell you about because were afraid to look like a kid. so parents, try to understand our pain and hurt. 

On December 3rd my principal wrote a memo. She said that an example of a disturbing behavior that I have encountered is "punching or kicking holes in walls." When I read this part of the memo I was sort of surprised at this behavior. I did notice some strange holes on the walls in the stairwells. I did not know that one of the students did that. I only have a couple ideas on trying to fix this behavior. The first idea is completely changing the stairwell walls by adding a material that is more sturdy. The second idea I have is to try to find the person/people creating these holes and putting them in anger management classes when found.

I was bullied everyday and I never defended myself. I was afraid I'd physically and emotionally get hurt more then I'd already had. I bottled up all my anger until on day I decided the roles were going to change. I had become "the" bully, tired of the torture I rebelled. I was not afraid anymore, all I seeked was vengeance. The physical power gave me a sense of arrogance, I felt invincible.

I'm holding onto a rope
I should have cut
And let go a long time ago
Feeling the pain
Of your absence and presence
I'm slowly deteriorating
My heart cries out
This love that was found
Three years ago
That still haunts my dreams
Til this very day
A knife that cuts so deep
I bleed tears of confusion
Flowing from my body
Like water from a well
Filling up and running over
My very soul
Dried streams
On my face
As I think of what was
And what could have been
But is no longer
Nor will ever be
Leftover emotions
I must throw them out
Like all those tissues
Gone to waste because of you
I should cry no longer
But I'm not that strong yet
So I'll stick to my book
And write down my madness
Madness for and over you
I still love you...

The flare that was meant to keep me alive and happy only turned out to be a fireball filled with anger and resentment unto those who have done physical, emotional, and mental damage to me.The light

The Book i am reading is called The Summoner by Gail Z. Martin.Tells a story of an epic journey.An engrossing tale of loss and revenge,of life and after life and the thin line between them.

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In music everyone gets frustrated. We all try to do our best but we still get angery. Everyone has their ways of letting their anger out.

I have yet to understand some of these people who call themselves Christians. People that go to regular churches, sit there, listen to the Word, and go home reflecting on what they've heard, are so quick to judge people. One topic that comes to mind in particular is homosexuality. I know, as a Christian, that homosexuality is a sin in God's eyes, but where do people get off talking about them as if they are not human?! This highly upsets me because some of these "Christians" are so damn hypocritical. They have a LOT of nerve walking around cursing, yelling, and screaming, verbally abusing the homosexuals, then going back to church to clap and praise God for all he has done and stuff like that. To sit here and read the Bible that basically says that people shouldn't be wicked to one another, and then to physically, emotionally, and mentally hurt someone is absolutely ridiculous. I can't stand sitting around and watching these "Christians" ridicule someone for what they believe and obviously feel strong about. It urks me and makes me want to say something in the protection of the homosexual.

In DEAR yesterday, we had an advisory session. We talked about the Bible and how people don't follow all the rules in there. It started off with the topic of liking someone so much, then finding out that they are either gay or lesbian. Some people said they would be hurt and would stop talking to them or treat them rudely. But when people say words like "faggot," it somewhat offends me, not only on my behalf but on my friends' behalf too. Boys have problems with two gay men walking down the street, but they have no problem with lesbians kissing each other. From boys to then call people "faggots," it's ridiculous. Besides that, the last time I checked, the meaning of faggot is:

Faggot:

  • bind or tie up in or as if in a faggot; "faggot up the sticks"
  • faggot: a bundle of sticks and branches bound together

It doesn't make sense to call someone a name like that if you don't know the true meaning. So people should think before they speak when they say these words.;

P.S. Thank you for apologizing yesterday, Sadiq! :D

I am wondering on writing a personal project based on child abuse.

Still the only girl in school
Who gets that stupid pain.
Whenever something happens,
People say she is to blame.
She has that strong pain,
That no one else has felt.
She has to lay down,
To get that stupid belt.
Marks across her back,
That goes away in weeks.
She wish she wouldn't be so scared,
To have to fall asleep.

I can't take this life
Too many pains in my chest
Thought you were the one
But all you caused was stress.
Believed that you loved me
But that was just a lie
So now I turn my head and cry
All the times that we cherished
Was a lot of fun
But my life will soon be done
I'm signing off
With a tear in my eye

If I could rewind back time
Or just push rewind
I would do it in the
Blink of  an eye
You would not wonder why
You just can not cry
To show your pain held deep inside
You would have never been hurt
Feel like an empty desert
Or feel ashamed with no sense or pride
Wouldn't want to run away
Ask for your friends to pray

I'm tired of the tears
Anger frustration
There is no motivation
I hated the way you made me believe that you loved me, when now... I DAMN well know that you don't! Curled up in a corner, crying over you? *hmph

I check my homework, to see if I have any that I hadn't known about. Apparently I did have some for physics [whatever :/], and in it she mentions this: "We will be spending the week after break doing some supporting research and planning, but you need to be coming to class with a lot of work done."

I would like to Dedicate,                      This emotion of hate.

What is my purpose?
Why is my life like this?
Why doesn't my father
Give me that kiss?
On the head like he used to
When I was just 6
But now all I get is
Beatings and hits...
Quick to smack me
In my face
And to call me a disgrace
But not to give me a hug
Then sits here and tells me
I don't show him love?!

i just read ashort story, "An Incident," by Lu Hsun, and i hated it because how can you hate human being. you could only hate them when they did something wrong to you. maybe you had a miserable past that's why you are a misanthropic person.

I would like to share a story of a young man that had some anger problems and how they started. That young man is me. This will also tell how I solved me problems with art and thought. This is a story about me and how I change over several years. The story starts in second grade and ends in the present day.

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