Hey well this journal is just a place where I intend to write storys and poetry. If anyone else would like to donate a story or poem feel free.
Gaby
Missed
So I missed my prom. I don't know what do to now. I don't let on my anger because if I do I feel like I will have a heart attack. I don't know anymore. The things that make liveing here kinda ok are all gone. The drinks no long love me. An the people have all picked up an gone. Now there is nothing left to do. I long for my Miami where the sun can be seen even on a rainy day. I long for my Miami where my boyfriend used to lay. An now I am here alone and gone, while I long for my Miami until the summers gone.