My perfect picture

2004-10-16T22:55:00.000-07:00

I had always dreamed of my life being colourful and never ending. Always dreamed of having a loving brother and sister, mommy and daddy. I had planned out everything when I was a little girl.

I had never thought about my life going in reverse. Never thought about it turning black and white... dull. Never thought about having a violent brother and sister, or mom and dad. I knew some families were like that. But, I never thought of it happening to me.

Reaching 6th grade, I was so excited. I couldn't wait to start growing up. But, this was a new school, and I didn't know what to expect.

Kids seemed to be nice to me, but I didn't know underneath all of that, they wished I never came to their school. Older kids would look at me funny and then point at me. I didn't know how to react. I was feeling a little nervous.

The next 7 months were the same. But, then I started coming to school with bruises and scars on my helpless body. Which, then I became more weaker than I ever was.Everone treated me with the same dirt every day. But, there was one girl... Lana DeLonge. She was beautiful and very caring. She seemed to be my only friend ever.But, then she had to move away. I was shocked to hear what she had said. She kept on talking, but I didn't want to hear more. It was too painful for my ears.

I had become depressed and it seemed to be permanent. I had done so many dangerous things to get her off my mind. I didn't want to lose my only friend.

I cared so much for her. I wanted to be with her. That was one of the reasons why I left.Now I go to the same school as her. She seemed happy to see me for a little while. But, now she doesn't sqeeze anytime in her life for me. She hangs out with the popular crowd and I'm left out in the dust... no one is there for me anymore. She says she is my bestfriend. Ha, like yeah right.

I had dreamed of having someone to care about me. But, my dreams never come true, anyway. So, why bother?

Clearing some things up

2004-10-16T01:53:00.000-07:00

Short definition of me: My name is Laura, but I like to be called Linty or Shorty. I'm 12 years old, and I live in Canada.

At the moment, I think I just need some fresh air. I've been locked up in my room for days, on the computer, reading and writing. I wish I didn't live in the country, because you can't go anywhere, other than the woods. I've gone there a few times at night, but I've also had bad experiences there...

I'd like to live in Toronto, in a condo, and my friends just live right next door, so I can take walks with them and solve our problems together in the park, being there for each other.

I'd be so much happier, 'cause I'd actually be able to do something in the city, unlike in the country.

But ah, well - that's life, right? Not everything is perfect, I'm gonna make it better somehow.

Shorty's blog

My perfect picture

Clearing some things up