all of his entries are about bitching and how life is so cruel. what he is doing with his journals is not poetry or anything of the sort. all that person does is complain about school, home life, and how he is going to do this and this and this. what a stroke. everyone has problems, so go write a private blog about it on your myspace and stop waisting everyone's time. oh, and that kid complains about how he/she cant learn?..... obviously, that person cant write worth a damn. that illiterate kid needs to go back to junior high and study his spelling words. oh, and keep jesus and god out your mouth. i have no religion, but it just makes you sound ignorant when every other work out your mouth that you put on paper is "jesus, god, damn, fuck shit, hoe bitch, etc. atleast minimize the usage..that kid is just a waste of oxygen. no wonder his parents hate him/her.

I don’t care to say what I failed to say before Every single day from the bar stool to the floor. Running out of Good Hope, I worked day long for the man, in the back. Found a guy there who said He had the same problems that I thought that I had. If my sister wants to give her life for “this” national plan, I don’t care. I’m not about to stop her now With my ignorance and dead end plans. I can change my clothes to follow all your regulations, Sweep the dirt off the floor into the trash/ But you can’t take away my dignity In the register, the register, the register Is filled up with money I’ll never see [again]. [bye] So we took a drive down the road, Just to get away. I pulled out the map So I could find out where my life would stay. Was mistaken for all the things that I’ve ever known before. Running out of Good Hope, I left with a feeling that I shouldn’t ever come back. If my mother took a ride in her car and turned left on red. I saw it coming. All the gas prices drop at once, From a bullet and a death. Ooh, I’m running from it. “What’s the hurry? What’s the hurry? What’s the hurry, Kevin?” I will explain, when we’re in the car. “What’s the hurry? What’s The hurry? What’s the hurry, Kevin?” Please, no good-byes before we leave… [bye]