I have three close friends at school. We will call Friend #1 Stephanie, Friend #2 Laura, and Friend #3 Ana. At the moment, Ana and Laura aren't speaking to Stephanie. I am in the middle of it all. I am counting on the wonderful, understanding Mibbans to help me decide who is at fault.It all started last year. We were all friends, just not very close. Sephanie and Ana were very close, though....

My dad died the day I was born, rushing to the hospital to come see me.He was hit by a drunk driver at roughly 9:00 PM that day. I was born at 9:06.I sometimes think that its my fault, all my fault. I mean, if i had been born even an hour earlier,he'd still be alive, and well, and happy.Since the day of my birth held so many bad memories for my mom she unofficially changed my birthday a few months...

This Journal is in memory of my best friend in my whole life, Joseph. R.I.P, Joseph, you are dearly missed.I should say now that I am not writing this for anyone but myself. This is to help is my pain, it is not supposed to be an entertaining story. But, if you want to, keep reading. I couldn't care less.Joseph and I were born on the same day, same time, same year. But he was born in Haiti, and I...