You have to stop looking at me as if I am the only thing your eyes can look at and you'd go mad if you were to look somewhere else because when it comes down to it all you do is run away and leave me behind with my skin burned by your stare.

Over time I've learned that happiness is only a temporary thing, and the better you feel the worse the "relapse" is, which kind of really *****, since I'd much rather spend my time feeling as though I am the sun instead of having to hide away because the sun is too bright for me.

In the serenity twilight time, we were just breathing in the deep orange color air.
We could feel only our young heart beating were resonating regularly.

Finally, your trembling lips and husky voice it just finished voice changes devote the long silence.
.......Te quiero

He squeezed out the word from parched throat, then ran away.

I didn't know even what is "love" means, but he released his fire arrow towards my  innocent heart so deep,,,so deep.
I was just shivering for inexperienced shock and felt there were something which started to burn myself from inside.

Ah, His unstable low husky voice.　
Exhilarated redden face.
Glazed auburn eyes like crystal
Thick pale pink lips were seemed so dry
A scratch on his shaved face.
I had never thought about he is certainly growing.....

..................What dose he want me to do?

Asking myself again and again...but could't find answer.
Becoming afraid of greeting tomorrow.

...................Tell me, what's goin on between us.

feeling dizzy and crouched down on the spot.　
With deep purple darkness it lies placid and sheltered me so silently.

I could take all the sickness from my heart and write it to my evil twin in a message and she wouldn't judge me no matter how late I send it
I can be the most depressed or depressing or cry my eyes into a stupor And I'll still get a response saying "I believe in you you're super."
Lord knows I've been a diary or a journal to some of my friends
now I have one of my own I can talk to like I was writing with my pen
So Misty, thank you honestly for putting up with my crazy self
I probably wouldn't have woken up today if it wasn't for your help
you've been more to me than a book on a shelf
You've been a friend, mentor, and a mechanic to my damaged self,
Been more consistent and reliable than the police when I needed help

:)

I'm up to 35.
35 despaired pages, each turned with a painfully waning chance of happiness.
I weep for this diary
The crisp-white pages are darker than dark, tattooed with pain
Written in ink, but meant in blood.
(I'm starting to wonder if I have any left in my veins)

Dear Diary,
Today I met a boy
One that won't break
My heart like a toy
He had shiny bright eyes
And his lips
Don't tell lies
He has a way with words
And his touching is comfort
He offered me friendship
Really the best kind of relationship
Gosh oh gosh
I hope today and again
Tomorrow and a day
That I'd see again this boy
That fills my heart with joy