June went straight home after her encouter with vogue hoping and praying that her father was not at home, she couldnt take other beat down she needed to rest.Just to her luck he was not there she quickly changed into her bed robe and climbed her own taking her black journal recording todays dreadful day. DEAR JOURNAL: its me june yeah today was no different i got my daily beat dowm from vogue and to my suprise my own father isnt here to finish the job. I dont understand how can the world be so cruel turn so evil, i never understood how the innocent can be a target for such cruelty and evilness i never get to smile or laugh cause these no greater laughter than pain, the pain that seems to sieze my bones to crush my spirit to envelop me in sorrow and blissful shame i dont get why i can be hated so much when i did nothing but turn a different direction would it actually kill to have such happiness in my life would it kill to make me smile once in a while NO absolutely not buts thats not the case im a disgrace to my mother a shame to the public a wasted life TAKE ME GOD FOR I AM READY...till next time june
