• I gust got a new diary; it makes me happy to be able to wright about my day. I get into my writing so much I feel I some times loss the feeling my drama filled life I call reality. It gets me through the harsh part of my life I call high school. Here is my latest entry,

    Dear punk diary,
    How r u? JK like u can talk back.(I wish you tell them how cool I am) Well my teacher would LUV u more then me, because I apparently always have an attitude. I hate school, all my teachers hate me. It’s kinda stupid the preps hate me IDK why, maybe because it’s them and use, hot fire and freezing ice, ummm OJ and toothpaste. I ran out of opposites redface . Well gtg bye.

    From,
    Carle
    I also write poems, I can’t help it is like breathing to me. I feel like I’m in “Carle world.” I love it so, look,

    Time files,
    Some feelings die,
    But I ‘m still here,
    I haven’t shed one tear.

    I will not give up my hope,
    I will never sit and mope on lost time,
    So don’t give up along as we are together,
    We will be the definition of hope.


    I looked at the clock that said 10:06and ran down stairs and
    Ate my taco and then went to bed. It was a fun night.