I guess somethings happen for a reason, weither it happened for personal gain, or if God wanted it to happen. I began to write in my Personal Book of secrets of the real me. I began to write my feeling, and then what had happened between me and the person I truly loved, and whom I desperately love now. I looked over the other entries and saw the first one i had writen. I smiled as I let my heart tear from the words i had writen that horrible day. Then Mama started to call my name. "coming!" i called back to her. i had a problem trying to get up from sitting on the floor, for my leg was asleep and my breast didn't wanna work with me. I got up and walked into the living room. "yes mama?" i had asked. Mama was siting at the computer. she had a cigerette in her hand and she had a coke in the other. i could tell that she was upset. "Holly, why must u put crazy stuff online. Like wut u put hear about how u want to see ur little punk boyfriend. say anything like that ever again and i will make sure that me & ur father take all electronics and make u live in the stone age." i became upset. "Mama, let me put wut ever i want! i dont care wut other think and my boyfriend isn't a punk! I do love him, and nothing will ever change that. " " HOLLY! its not real love, u dont even know him! All men r lazy and all they want is sex, and i dont like him b/c wut he said to u." " it is real love! God gave him to me so i wouldnt be lonely! and ur a big sterotype when it comes to men, y do u think every man likes to be lazy? EVEN IM LAZY!" " dont u back talk me! and quit saying that ur gonna marry him!" " mama, i wanna marry him b/c no1 likes me, and i feel that he really loves me!" i ran back to my room hurt.i began to cry alot, all i wanted was a real hug, and a real kiss. i sat on my bed and began to daydream about my alt. life, and i put my music on and put it on repeat on a very sad song... [END]
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