Numb to the Touch~ (Entry 12) Winter {1996} Another day had surpassed and I began to pull my hair back in a vague pony-tail with a slight curl hanging from each side. I had much to look forward to, and…
Numb to the Touch~ (Entry 12) Winter {1996} Another day had surpassed and I began to pull my hair back in a vague pony-tail with a slight curl hanging from each side. I had much to look forward to, and…
Perceivable Inheritants~ (Entry 11) {1996} Dear Diary, My life had plummeted into a dark abiss with no way to escape. Reality had reared it’s ugly face toward me, and the curtains draped over the crooked window we now had claimed…
Lost Bird~ (Entry #10) {1995} Dear Diary, The night of the wedding rehearsal was short-lived; and my ventures into the unknown universe soon overturned into a dramatic awakening. The lavender infused scent had calmed my nerves for awhile. However, whether…
Daddy’s Girl~ (Entry 9) {1995} Dear Diary, We were home at last! Kris was waiting outside the parking lot…biting her lip and solaced my father’s shoulders. It didn’t faze her one bit that I existed. Her only motive was to be…
Reuniting Lost Relations~ (Entry 8) {1995} Dear Diary, I had drifted off into a deep slumber. It felt as if time stopped for a short duration, and everything surrounding me disappeared into a faint cloud of dust. The cold breeze…
Through The Eyes of a Monster ~ (Entry 7) {1995} Dear Diary, Dawn had soon arrived, and my tiny body began shaking from the cold air whirling wildly. My auburn hair…a bit messy from a restless dream… as well as…
A Slave Unchained~ (Entry 6) {1995} Nana was not by any means an empathetic person. She held onto her own hatred as if a parasite clanged onto and infested her inner organs. The manifestation of true evil lurking in a…
Against All Odds~ (Entry 5) {1995} Dear Diary, It was nearly noonish. My heart was racing, palms sweaty, and muscles full of tension. I was about to purposely lie to my “social worker”. Then again, was it my fault? This…
Lifeless~ (Entry 4){1995} Dear Diary, It is finally morning, and my pillow is saturated in tears from the night before last. The bed was the least far from comfortable, as was the filthy sheets I slept in. I stood up,…
Lost In The Dark~ (Entry 3){1995}. Dear Diary, It is my first day of preschool and I look like a Eskimo. This lady my dad is supposed to marry in less than 5 weeks; has bought me nothing but hand…