poetic

i... don't know how to go about describing this.

sometimes it's artistic, sometimes it's detailed and well thought-out, and sometimes it takes 10 minutes to make one. when it comes down to it, it's my true feelings; about him, God-related things, parent-related things... it's my diary in mainly free verse.

i poured my heart into this, it's pure and it's raw. most of it comes from pain, some of it comes from pleasure, and a little comes from annoyance and being fed-up.

all in all, i hope you laugh, cry (or sob), get angry, and love this book.