Whoiam Stories

The best thing that can happen to any closeted person, is coming out. It's not easy, and it's really emotional. For young Justin, he's in love with his co-star, whos 9 years older, and straight.

One year... 12 months... 365 days.... 525,600 minutes... but it feels like an eternity without seeing your face, your smile, your laugh, or hearing your guitar in the middle of the nights. My best friend for a short 16 years, but a grateful 16 years. I stare out into the dark night; I can see the stars and I know he is somewhere up there. Every little girls dream of becoming a famous pop star touring the world. Emilyn Jacobson got just what her and her dad always dreamed about, but after finally being away from her small town for so long, she has adapted to her new world. The past was too much; it was keeping her back, but will returning home remind her of everything that use to be hers. I no longer was little southern girl Emilyn Jacobson; I was famous pop star Emilyn. And I guess when you move on everyone else does too. I got to live my dream, I became the girl my dad and I always dreamed I would become, but he died and I had to live that dream on my own. We get to choose who we love and what we want to be, but we don't get the choice to make people stay.

My life has not always been the best and the smoothest. I have had many ups and downs. I thought it would be good for me to be able to write it all down to show to myself and to others how much progress I have made and how.

There was a jolly child who lived in a perfect family,but there was a big mission on her and that is to find the answer to WHO I AM.

Hi!!!! This is my diary!!!!! This is what happens in my life and who I am inside. There is a lot of surprising things in my life. Hope you see the real me!!!!!!

May I introduce... The Black Guitar!

Poetry For all to see

This book is going to have some random things that I have written down at one time or another. Some of them may be long other may be 2 words. I hope you like it.

Just my thoughts, because a journal is overrated. **Collection but there's no common theme. May or may not be related to each other.**

Hi, I am called 22. you are probably thinking that I was a slave. Read and find out I am sorry to tell you that this story will not be updated I have lost the storyline.

Late night thoughts, Daydreaming, Words wished to be said.

Just a brief introduction to the life of a Gilly--Bean. That's right, you read TWO WHOLE DASHES! REBELLIOUS!!!

All About Me