दिन 1 of my diary
Dear Esmerelda (diary),
Death is my new प्रिय word. Closely followed द्वारा tragedy. I made a सूची of my new प्रिय 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 या 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.
दिन 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 पेड़ द्वारा your intestines. Also, drown yourself in your own urine/vomit/poop. EWWWWWW!!!!!!!! (but it's interesting)
Hate,
Dark Sun
दिन 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 प्यार you. And clean Father's closet. It smells like cat food. Father, I प्यार you. Take care of yourself, and try to give up smoking. Anna, I hope आप live up to your dream and follow soon after me. Keep holding on until आप feel a calling to enter a new world, which I did. John, go suck ass, आप 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 आप guys rock my world! Keep on rocking!
-alice_cullen_12
Dear Esmerelda (diary),
Death is my new प्रिय word. Closely followed द्वारा tragedy. I made a सूची of my new प्रिय 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 या 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.
दिन 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 पेड़ द्वारा your intestines. Also, drown yourself in your own urine/vomit/poop. EWWWWWW!!!!!!!! (but it's interesting)
Hate,
Dark Sun
दिन 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 प्यार you. And clean Father's closet. It smells like cat food. Father, I प्यार you. Take care of yourself, and try to give up smoking. Anna, I hope आप live up to your dream and follow soon after me. Keep holding on until आप feel a calling to enter a new world, which I did. John, go suck ass, आप 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 आप guys rock my world! Keep on rocking!
-alice_cullen_12
I remember the दिन I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for आप love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place आप could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with और आग then आप could ever imagine.
और passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the दिन I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real बास्केटबाल, बास्केटबॉल, बास्केट बॉल coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for आप love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place आप could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with और आग then आप could ever imagine.
और passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the दिन I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real बास्केटबाल, बास्केटबॉल, बास्केट बॉल coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
या I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told द्वारा hidden scars
Unable to दिखाना themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
या I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told द्वारा hidden scars
Unable to दिखाना themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.