dag 1 of my diary
Dear Esmerelda (diary),
Death is my new favoriete word. Closely followed door tragedy. I made a lijst of my new favoriete words since "He Who I Can Not Name, Because He Broke My Heart" left. Oh, all right. His name is . . . John. Oh, I want to die! Anyway, here's the list:
1. Death
2. Tragedy
3. Suicide
4. Hate
5. Nothing
6. Night
7. Darkness
8. Devil
I don't know what to do. I decided that I would wear all black. I'm going goth. He Who I Can Not Name hated goths. I like the Goth Club at my school. I never have to smile of laugh. And we trade ways to kill ourselves every Wednesday at lunch. I must go. The bats are calling. (That means it's nighttime)
Hate,
Ashley. Nicknamed Dark Sun.
dag 2 of my diary.
Dear Esmerelda,
Anna, my new BFF, nicknamed Night Rose, is at my house. Mother hates my goth clothes and makeup, and says it's worse when Anna's here. Our Goth Club assignment is to think of 3 ways to kill ourselves, and we're on yahoo.com/ways2killurself. We found a good one: Cut open your stomache and hang yourself on a boom door your intestines. Also, drown yourself in your own urine/vomit/poop. EWWWWWW!!!!!!!! (but it's interesting)
Hate,
Dark Sun
dag 3 of my diary
Dear Esmerelda,
Goodbye. Forever. I am about to stand in front of a train, and let it take my worthless, miserable life. Mother, I love you. And clean Father's closet. It smells like cat food. Father, I love you. Take care of yourself, and try to give up smoking. Anna, I hope u live up to your dream and follow soon after me. Keep holding on until u feel a calling to enter a new world, which I did. John, go suck ass, u worthless mutt.
The train is here. Goodby........
Author's note: I am NOT suicidal. I randomly thought of this and took a chance. I WILL NOT KILL MYSELF!
Author's note to Twilight Saga fans: Twilight is not for goths, and u guys rock my world! Keep on rocking!
-alice_cullen_12
Dear Esmerelda (diary),
Death is my new favoriete word. Closely followed door tragedy. I made a lijst of my new favoriete words since "He Who I Can Not Name, Because He Broke My Heart" left. Oh, all right. His name is . . . John. Oh, I want to die! Anyway, here's the list:
1. Death
2. Tragedy
3. Suicide
4. Hate
5. Nothing
6. Night
7. Darkness
8. Devil
I don't know what to do. I decided that I would wear all black. I'm going goth. He Who I Can Not Name hated goths. I like the Goth Club at my school. I never have to smile of laugh. And we trade ways to kill ourselves every Wednesday at lunch. I must go. The bats are calling. (That means it's nighttime)
Hate,
Ashley. Nicknamed Dark Sun.
dag 2 of my diary.
Dear Esmerelda,
Anna, my new BFF, nicknamed Night Rose, is at my house. Mother hates my goth clothes and makeup, and says it's worse when Anna's here. Our Goth Club assignment is to think of 3 ways to kill ourselves, and we're on yahoo.com/ways2killurself. We found a good one: Cut open your stomache and hang yourself on a boom door your intestines. Also, drown yourself in your own urine/vomit/poop. EWWWWWW!!!!!!!! (but it's interesting)
Hate,
Dark Sun
dag 3 of my diary
Dear Esmerelda,
Goodbye. Forever. I am about to stand in front of a train, and let it take my worthless, miserable life. Mother, I love you. And clean Father's closet. It smells like cat food. Father, I love you. Take care of yourself, and try to give up smoking. Anna, I hope u live up to your dream and follow soon after me. Keep holding on until u feel a calling to enter a new world, which I did. John, go suck ass, u worthless mutt.
The train is here. Goodby........
Author's note: I am NOT suicidal. I randomly thought of this and took a chance. I WILL NOT KILL MYSELF!
Author's note to Twilight Saga fans: Twilight is not for goths, and u guys rock my world! Keep on rocking!
-alice_cullen_12
This is written about the perfect silence only found in the dead of night, and the feelings it inspires.
The titel comes from the beschrijving a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd love to hear what u like of hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl
The titel comes from the beschrijving a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd love to hear what u like of hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl