Saturday, May 03, 2008 ; 6:14 PM
Fate writes lifestories
but it is how you choose to run your life
Run the wrong path but its never too late to start over again
Its a matter of how you get back on the right track
i grew up in a neighbourhood of what some may say ghetto-like...
witnessing fights,glue sniffers,drug addicts..
rape and molest were sucha norm...
smoking was a way of life..
gangs were the people who provide support and company
i grew up in a neighbourhood where influences were strong..
im not that girl that now u know, who laughs and have no worries...
the innocent and green....
im the girl who unbelievably submits to those influences..
temptations were strong..
i ran the wrong path..
i plunged right deep in the hole of misery..
trust,freedom,justice..
all were gone...
nobody stood by me...
i had to worked my way back to come out of the hole..
i WORKED MY WAY to get trust back...
i build back my trust...and with that i gain my lil freedom...
my past was horrid..
but i learn my mistakes...
and i wish you learn yours too...
my heart aches to see you jumping into the hole of misery just like how i did..
u broke my heart with lies...
but i hope this incident made u mature...
i wish u read my entry...
for you are the one i cared for and advise so that u'll never be my history..
You can compare the different way ur brought up..
and im envious cuz ur way more fortunate than i am
than WE were/had to live...
ive never let u known my real emotions...
but my tears says it all...
my heart aches to let u go through this..
u have to grow up...
i'll give u the chance u need to grow up...
work ur way to gain back the trust u lost...
my heart shattered to pieces on 2nd may...
at the same time i wish he had known of it..
and made my heart smile at least for awhile...
Staring blankly ahead;
Just making my way through the crowd