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Post by Lana on Aug 17, 2009 19:59:22 GMT -5
Dear Diary, That's the name of my story. It's not false, not Fan-Fiction Its reality, my reality. I've been through alot But someone always has it worse. So here...... Get to know me & my life Where i'm from. How I got here. My name is not important & Some names are changed, Gotta keep some privacy. Just know, what you read is the TRUTH.
Welcome to my world.
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Post by `(the cheerleader] on Aug 17, 2009 22:07:38 GMT -5
yay update!
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Post by Lana on Aug 18, 2009 13:36:38 GMT -5
Dear Diary,
As I sit in my bed writing, I let the tears fall as my left hand makes its way across this page. I look over to my right as he sleeps. He sleeps so peaceful and beautiful. I cant help but wonder where things went wrong. We’re best friends before anything and will always be but that doesn’t stop the pain. He turns in his sleep, probably because the Wendy Williams show is on a little too loud. I turn it down just as he wakes up. “It’s ok, I was getting up to go pee” He goes as I think. He makes his way back into my bed and gets back under the covers. “Goodnight babe, I love you” he says as he kisses my cheek. “Goodnight” I say with little emotion. I know it hurts him, hell it hurts me too but at the moment, it’s the best thing for us. No, I’m not pregnant and no we don’t have a baby, together at least. To come to this place that we’re in is almost unbelievable. Sure all relationships have bumpy roads but how are our problems caused by people we barely even know? He sees my tears and I see his watery eyes, but mine aren’t just because of him. I’ve been hurt more than once and just when things are looking like they’re gonna get better, they don’t. Haven’t I been through enough? Yeah, I know someone always has it worse but damn, really? As the clock turns to 1:00am and I sit here in my blue bed covers, chewing on some Trident, Spearmint flavor gum, I decide to post this as a story. So to all my readers once again: Welcome to my life. Aint no sob story on my part, just my reality. Emotions will go up and down as anyone’s do throughout life. These are words straight from my diary.
Sincerely, Me I will update this again... Note that this story is on other boards but here is where the complete chapters will be...
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Post by XxLalaBuggxX on Aug 18, 2009 16:52:53 GMT -5
Ready to go on this roller coaster ride....lol Update soon
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Post by `(the cheerleader] on Aug 18, 2009 18:46:47 GMT -5
come on man get ur butt over here n update
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Post by bitchyomomma999 on Aug 19, 2009 14:26:35 GMT -5
lool hurry uppp i been on the lilfizz proboard ting n i read da same updatee its relli good
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Post by Lana on Aug 19, 2009 16:25:36 GMT -5
lol.,....ok ima update today...ina couple of minutes
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Post by Lana on Aug 19, 2009 16:44:22 GMT -5
Dear Diary, December 9, 2007
It’s my birthday! Yay! I’m 16. Before I write, let me give you a little info on me. I’m a young, high school girl. I’m a cheerleader, a basketball player and a track star. Yup, I made varsity in all 3 as a freshman. Im a sophomore now and I’m still on the teams. That’s a good thing. I have good grades and a boyfriend. We’re going on almost a year now. I know we’re young but hey it works. He gave me you. Yup my first Diary. Started out as a joke but I think ima like this. Ok so I was born on December 9, 1991. I am Black, Puerto Rican and Mexican. My parents are no longer together, like half of all American married couples today. Making me and my younger brother another statistic. I live with my mom, my step-dad and my younger brother. My dad lives with his sister and at the moment my older brother. Why doesn’t he live by himself or with a spouse? Well, in July of 2002 my was diagnosed with brain cancer. I at the age of 10 didn’t know what that meant but I sure did learn fast. Just as fast as I could grasp the information I was given bout him being diagnosed, he was rushed into emergency surgery. I went from Daddy’s girl to almost nothing in one night. My mom never worried about me, my younger brother was always her fav. Even though she says she doesn’t have a fav he does get the benefit of the doubt where as I get in trouble for every little thing. My life changed forever as I celebrated my 11th birthday with a cancer stricken father. I can remember hearing him wake up at 2 or 3 in the morning and throwing up. I remember him throwing up after every meal and I remember him going from my loving father to someone I barely even recognized. Nothing can describe the emotional struggles I went through during that time. Yeah at least he was alive but sometimes the awful thought of him being gone was better than watching him suffer as he fought the worst disease in my mind. As time went on it stopped but the image of my once protector, my hero, go through such reactions to a medicine that was supposed to cure him will haunt me forever. Too much emotion for one night so I’ll stop. Goodnight Diary.
Sincerely, Me
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Post by `G R E E K E D| up on Aug 19, 2009 17:19:10 GMT -5
Wow this is deep , her dad has brain cancer that’s messed up, ugh parents shouldn’t have a favorite child that’s how sisters and brothers become hateful towards each other. On top of everything her parents are no longer together anymore.
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Post by dreuxfuturewifey on Aug 19, 2009 20:10:29 GMT -5
Whew girl the 2nd post almost made me cry like for real I can sooooooooooo relate to you on that except the fact that its my mother. She doesn't have brain cancer she had liver cancer and it hurts so bad knowing that she can go at any moment. Let me stop cause i done start crying anywho update soon i love this!
--Parris
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Post by Lana on Aug 20, 2009 23:52:10 GMT -5
Dear Diary, December 10, 2007
I’m writing to you today on a better note. Trammel, my boyfriend, took me out today. Simple stuff but very much needed. School is crazy and basketball is keeping me even busier. I think I’ll tell you about Mr. Trammel today. He is getting ready to be a senior. Yeah a senior, but no he’s not two years older than me, he’s one. He was out in the 2nd grade instead of 1st but because he kept up with the work they let him stay one grade ahead. Ok, so we met in elementary. I used to always play tag with my older cousin and it just so happened that he was friends with Trammel. So we played basketball, dodge ball, tag, tetherball, you name it, we played it. I have always been fast enough and strong enough to play with the boys. Thanks to my big brother, I know how to take it “like a man”. So getting hit with a ball was the last thing on my mind. I wanted to win. Ok back to my subject. On December 21, 2006, a rainy day, we were watching movies at my house. He leaned over and pinched me. We started to wrestle and he stopped. “Will you go out with me?” He asked throwing me off. “Where?” I thought he was playing. “My cousin is having a dinner party and it’s a date party kinda. Will you go with me?” I looked at him and nodded. “Yeah”. Long story short, he introduced me as his girl friend and ever since I have been. Trammel is the same type of athlete as myself. He plays football, basketball, and runs track. We’re real close, he’s kinda like my security now. He’s always there to cheer me on when we’re running or cheering or playing basketball. When he gets the chance and the same goes for me. With all the emotional things I’ve been through and I’m still going through, he’s there to make me laugh and wipe my tears. We might be young, but he’s really the only man I know I can depend on. And his daughter is the cutes little girl. Yes he has a child. She was born in October of 2006, he was hella young but he did the right thing and he stepped up. Her mom trips because she always think he gonna get back with her…ok. With all that drama, he’s still a great father and that only makes me love him even more. No babies coming from here though. I’m not tryna mess up my shape, I just got a 4 pack. He can wait. I’m not even thinking about sex. Nope, not me. Goodnight Diary.
Sincerely, Me
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Post by Bad_B*tch on Aug 21, 2009 11:37:44 GMT -5
intro is the best. I love the banner really. Dear Diary seems insteresting. Aww thats sad her father has cancer. O and she was 16. I would be stressing out too. From the looks of it her boy friend doesnt seem that bad.Trammel seems like a nice name. I think they make a cute couple. I like this story update when u can.
Shawnna
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Post by XxLalaBuggxX on Aug 22, 2009 3:45:39 GMT -5
Aww Cancer is by far the worst thing ever! Mii bro has cancer so I do understand all the ups & downs, well not all...
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Post by XxLalaBuggxX on Aug 22, 2009 3:50:28 GMT -5
aww...Well thats one way to ask a person out lol Well glade she's not up for having kids at that age... jus got a 4 pack...goodness but it seems she has her head in the rite place so thats good...
Update soon
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Post by `(the cheerleader] on Aug 23, 2009 18:18:44 GMT -5
omg i love this!! update b4 i rip ur head off
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