Hi hi.
Finally got this far....
I'm going to keep writing in here for as long as I have feelings.
That's what this is lol ..
A poetry journal.
Ok maybe the beer or Zoloft or one of them is fucking me up. I cannot think fucking straight what the hell.
Ugh.
Fuck it.
Meet part 200.
The End.
Goodnight.
I was right you can't make any more parts :c
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Isabelle's Poetry Journal (a continuation of Homesick Angel)
ŞiirMy name is Isabelle I am 15 years old (not my real age.) I am a "Homesick Angel" at least that's what I'm told I am called the people like me are called the people who are depressed suicidal empty numb those people they're just trying to go home T...
