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[Sunday September 17th, 1943 03:54pm ]
[Mood =
]sad
So like today t0tt4lly sucked. We've been stuck in these rooms above my dad's office for months now, and it's soooooooooooooooo boring. I think Mordecai likes me, but we never really get to talk because we have to be super super quiet which sucks so much. I hate my parents, every time I want to do something they always ruin things. Like today I wanted to talk to Mordecai but my mom wouldnt let me go talk to him because the Nazi's would hear the creaking of the floors, she's such a bitch.
So like, there's not much too do and I made a poem, I hope you guys like it. It's called, the dark abyss of my heart.
The dark abyss of my heart.
my heart is a dark abyss, it's like a well that goes on for eternity.
Deep down where things are dark and grim, I see a ray of light
It is Mordecai's smile, the one beacon of hope in my life
In the dark abyss of my heart.
So like I gotta go now, we gotta be quiet again, luvz ya all!!
1 comment:
fine 8th grade humor....i guess they hold off on introducing anne frank until the early teens.
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