I'm wondering if anyone ever looks at other people's journals so... if you're reading mine you should: 1. Read the poem I wrote called: She Wants to be Adore because I'm looking for a little feed back and...if you think it sucks you can tell me, but don't be too harsh, please? Tell me if I should write some other stuff and... 2. Respond to this question: What is the grossest thing you've ever eaten, whether you didn't really know what it was, or you lost a bet/were forced to eat it, or you were hella crazy at the moment and went for it (kudos to those crazy people out there).

It's sad when you look around and realize that in little more then three semesters of school, I'll be leaving. Leaving isn't something I'm not already used to, but this time will be worse I can already tell. But it's weird to think that fairly soon, I'll be considered an adult. Its just weird...I dunno. I feel like I sound emo, but believe me that's not what I'm going for. It's just what's been on my mind lol. :)

She Wants to be Adored She's they quiet shy girl that sits in the back of the room. You don't notice her because you see right through her. She wants to be adored just like everyone else. She makes her way around, staying out of everyone’s way, and you all just push by her. Well she wants to be adored. She’s just like you and I, nothing strange about her, but they still pretend she’s not there. She just wants to be adored. I’ve seen it in her eyes, when they once met mine. Her gaze was warm, but swimming with hurt. She wants to know why she can’t be adored. She skips class and sits in the hall while she cries, but no one says anything because they see right through her. She knows no one wants to adore her. But I see her, sitting right in front of me. She’s quiet, but smart. She’s shy, but she’s beautiful. There’s this feeling inside of me that makes me want to adore her. I want to adore her. She doesn’t come back to school. And if makes me nervous, I just want to tell her someone adores her, that I adore her. But I never got the chance. She was the girl that no one but myself adored. A light created in my life, but I never did tell her, She didn’t come back to school, she didn’t wake up that morning. They took her to the hospital and were told she swallowed the right things to give her eternal sleep. They found a note in her pocket. And it read, “All I wanted was to be adored.”