anger, spawning from the center of my soul the hatred ive felt from i was 12 years old i cant tell why im such a bitch or bad person, all i can say is i have my own reason, not that others deserve nor need to know why my passion is my hatred, and i hate this world overly so!hate, anger, spite and paini think im going numb againprick my skin and watch my bleedi cant decide whether to starve or...

Ok. You whom have the time or nosiness to read this journal might have also read my poem about 'Jonny' and the comment I left under it. Well this journal is just basically my way of letting out.So. I had an exboyfriend called Stewart, he was beautiful but like many other boys I know he was a two faced heartbreaking fruit. I some how fell in love with him, we lasted 4months. From then on we were on...