Read here why I’m sharing with you some old poems I found inside my dairy and journal entries, and why I’m sharing them with you unedited! I like this one below because of the little sketches. I tend to doodle 🙂 09/10/02 I will stand, I will not falter. Though at first unsure, I will […]
Dear Diary, I Can’t Take It
December 29, 2002 Living a life, Beaten, abused. My little heart, Stepped on and used Though not as great, The things I face, The hurts are deep, In every case. I can’t take it, I want to die. On His shoulder My head, I lie. I cry and sigh. But in His love I live […]
Dear Diary, I Got Water Baptized
-Transcript- May 31, 1999 Monday 12:44 AM Still awake. Britney Spear’s song is playing on the background (radio). (Sometimes I run, sometimes I hide, sometimes I’m scared of you, But all I really want is to hold you tight, treat you right, Be w/ you day & night) Now it’s the song that goes (My […]
Dear Diary, I’ll Date Who I Want When I Want
This was very hard to write (which is why it’s late). There’s a lot more to this part of my story than can be contained in one single post. And even though I’ve talked about it before, in a series of all things, I still feel like I have to do a lot of explaining. I’m still […]
Dear Diary, What Is Beauty?
-Transcript- July 26, 2010 2:45 AM What is beauty? How do I find my beauty outside the confines of my bedroom mirror? I drown myself in Brisk, and escape in movies. Real joy is gone. He’s silence to my deaf ears. Scales on my eyes deceive me. I placed them there. During the time when […]
Dear Diary, I Know It’s Not Good For Me
-Transcript- 7/17/97 Dear Diary, My cousins are here sleeping over. Our goal is to stay up late. Bad for our health, yeah. So far, we are staying up late until everyone’s asleep. Wait. Very discourageble. We’re getting sleepy. We want to stay up late but we’re sleepy. Oh, boy! I just yawned. My eyes are […]
Dear Diary, Dear God
“You can tell God anything,” said Rowena. I didn’t believe her. It was a sunny day in the park with the Children’s Ministry, and Rowena was one of my Sunday school teachers. I didn’t think she was serious. God couldn’t possibly be interested in just anything I say, could He? I found this: Diary entry from […]
