My life is not a opening book,sometimes I feel hatred sometimes revenge. I luv my life but sometimes I hate it reason why not everybody is what it seems.some person who are your are not sometimes sometimes you hear things and wonder do they really have your back,but some friends are real friends that's stand up for I have plenty of them but only 8 of them are real. I trust the 8 of them very much sometimes no wonder should I trust them this much,everyday I wonder should I open my heart I know what pain feels like you trust the person so much that you don't realize that there going to hurt and betrays you. I luv my school I luv my friends and my family.rose are red violets are blue roses have thorn no matter where u pick. I always wanted to be writer but I don't think I'm capable of being a writer even if u read this I hope.i can write even longer than this tell me if I should write more no not
