[Airplane]

drop out

[dr pepper.]

n a m e ; ;
Ichigo
g e n d e r ; ;
Male

e n t r y 1 ; ;
Thursday
Hi! My name is Ichigo, and you are me new journal!
Mama got you for me 5 birthday! Is that not great?
I can't wait to write storys in you and write songs and
show you to me brother! We are gonna have so much
fun together! I can't wait to bring you everywhere and
let you see everyone and meet me friends! Your name
is Carlos, alright?
To get start, I wanna tell you about me birthday
party! It was fun... I think... No one really showed up
and I did not really get any presents. They said they
would come. I am acually start to think that my friends
don't really like me that much. Am I that weird? I know
I look like a girl but it hurts, Carlos.
Carlos, were you ever call you look like a girl? I hope
not. At that moment, I don't really want me friends
to see you any more. But if they don't, then they
will think I am hiding something. I do not know
what to do, Carlos. Thats all about me. What do
you have to share?

e n t r y 2 ; ;
Monday
Hey Carlos.
Worst. Day. Of. High. School. Ever.
Remember when I was like, 5, and I said that I
shouldn't show my "friends" that you are here with
me? Well, I made a really bad mistake, Carlos.
Today, like you should know, I took you to
school with me. I thought that maybe you
would want to see the new school I was now
going to. It is a beautiful school with the works!
Computers, up to date textbooks, really awesome
books, and nice teachers! It was great until
you fell out of my backpack. I thought that no one
saw you fall, so I franticly tried to bend down
to pick you up, Carlos. But someone grabbed you
before me. You felt that didn't you? It must have
been terrible.
My heart dropped when I saw who picked you up.
It was one of the past bullies I used to go to school
with!
"Look what we have here." He said. "Little cry baby
has a diary?" (By the way, I used to cry a lot)
I growled at him. He was touching you, Carlos! I
hate it when someone else touches you.
"Put him down!" I said. Oops... I said him, Carlos.
That was a big mistake! Everyone laughed at
me.
"Does cry baby have a friend now? Ha! Shocking!"
the bully laughed. "With those looks, I thought
no one liked you!"
Then I did another mistake. I started crying.
Crying. You were in danger, Carlos.
I tuned to see my crush, and my heart skipped
a beat. She was giggling! That made me cry
even more. I snatched you out of the bully's hand
and ran away. I ran all the way home. At least
mom and dad were not there. I didn't want them
to know what happened.
Carlos, I don't want to go back to school. I hate
it there. Why does everyone hate me? What
did I do? Before I go to sleep, I have one
question for you. "were you ever treated like
this?"

[peppermintleo]

▬▬▬ [ he was born ] ▬▬▬

▬▬▬ [ they call him ] ▬▬▬

xxxxxxxx

xxxxxxxx▪
xxxxxxxx▪
xxxxxxxx▪
xxxxxxxx▪
xxxxxxxx▪
xxxxxxxx▪
xxxxxxxx▪
xxxxxxxx▪
xxxxxxxx▪
xxxxxxxx▪

▪---▪---▪---▪---▪---▪
[u s e r n a m e]
PureCrazy

[n a m e]
Coastal/Zeno

[g e n d e r]
Male
▪---▪---▪---▪---▪---▪

▪
▪
▪
▪
▪
▪
▪
▪
▪
▪

◤__________________________________◥

The 29th Entry; March 15th, 2014

Journal
Wow, it’s really been ten years since I got
you. That seems like no time at all honestly.
Yes, that’s right, I am sixteen now, going
on seventeen here soon. Don’t you feel old
yet? As you can tell, I no longer hold my
poetic passion. In fact, I've lost almost
everything artistic. I made a mistake, and
now I'm paying for it. I have no time to
paint or write, I’ve spent all my time recently
struggling to stay out of trouble. You see, at
fourteen I lost contact with my family. And
now, I’m in a gang. I carry a glock around and
ruin lives, but I can’t get out of it. I wish I could,
oh how I wish I could. I was reading my entires,
and my tough butt started to cry. Only now have
I remembered my promise to you. I apologize,
but I will never be able to fulfill that. I’ve never
kept a promise, and I cannot keep this one as well.
Please, please forgive me. Like my family was
unable to do.

So, dear journal, I’m glad you’re still around to keep
my past safe and let me vent to you once more. This
means a lot, even if you aren’t a real being, it’s still
nice. I hope you, and everyone else, can forgive me
for the mistakes I’ve made, and will most likely
continue to create.I leave you with this.

Forgive my mistakes,
They create heart aches.

The pain of failure
My inexcusable behavior,

Coastal is no longer me.
I am known as Zeno the King.

I am Zeno
Something ALL know.

◣__________________________________◢

◤__________________________________◥

The 1st Entry; November 2nd, 1992
Dear Diary,
First day you get to know me.

My name is Coastal
My art is always vocal.

I’m a poet,
And I know it.

Today is my birthday, and I’m six years old.
I really like to rhyme and make songs and
poems. Songs are harder for me though, so
poems are just what I do. Like I said, my
birthday is today, and I wanna brag bout the
things momma got me. I got a rhyming
dictionary, five large notebooks, two boxes
of crayons, three coloring books, and this diary.
I really really like art of all kinds! I wanna be the
most famous artist, poet, and song writer in the
world! Momma says I can, brother says I can’t
though… He’s such a meanie to me, but I won’t
let that get to me.

So dear diary,
This entry is near expiry.

But to close
A swear I compose

I, Coastal, solemnly swear
For ever my goal I am aware

I will be the best artist, poet,
and song writer in the world.

-Thank you Momma, and my rhyming book.

◣__________________________________◢

[allinian]

Name:

July

Gender:

Female

Journal Entry 1:

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2011 (Teen Years)

Today, was the most irritating day ever-wait, let me rephrase that. The worst first day of school. Today,
it was the first day of 6th grade, and I was at school, and there was that one annoying kia. Hmm. I can't
seem to remember his name. All I know is that he wouldn't stop teasing me when I fell off of the swings.
I mean- people make mistakes and there are accidents in our lives right? I can't believe he did that. I'm
super mad at him and my friends just ditched me right after it happened, since they were 'embarrassed'
because of me. I mean, can a 6th grader not fall off a swing and be okay with it? I just don't get it! Mark
my words, I will get him back for this.

Journal Entry 2:

Saturday, March 22nd, 2014

Wow! Today was a wonderful and full-of-fun day. I spent the whole day outside, sketching
in my sketchbook and looking at these super adorable baby rabbits. Maybe I'll adopt a rabbit
soon? I'm not really sure. Anyways- that's not even the best part! While I was wondering
through the woods, I saw some kind of strange egg, and being the 'curious cat' I went to go
see what it is. To my surprise it was a small tree snake egg! I've always admired snakes, so I
took it home and I'm looking at it right now. Why- you must be asking- how did I know this
was a tree snake's egg? Well, I spent some time on the kia-net and searched it up! I hope it
won't grow into something scary, but as for now, I'm as happy as I can be.

[sheepsorrel]

▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄

I feel a little bit Ｒ Ａ Ｎ Ｄ Ｏ Ｍ today

❤❤❤

Name :: dear diary, aha, this isn't my diary! i'm really just telling you my name... well, my name is... Purple. I know, I know! It's weird... but it's my name, so back off.
Gender :: me? well, i'm a boy but i really feel like i'm a girl, and i'm very sensitive about it... so, can we not talk about this?

Saturday, March 1st, 2014.

Dear Diary, have I ever told you about the first time I went into the water at the beach?
Well, when I was a kid I was deathly afraid of the water... I still am. I tried to keep it from
my buddies when I went to the beach, but they urged me to go into the water. I had never
ever been in water, so I didn't know anything about it. All I ever knew about it was that
you could drink it and have showers. I jumped in and I realized I couldn't breath. I was
horrified, and being the teen I was, I jumped up and shouted something like... "OMG!
I CAN'T BREATH IN THERE!" They told me about it and I was extremely embarrassed. God,
I am now. I have to go, diary

Sunday, March 2nd, 2014.

Dear Diary, well, an entry a day... i'll tell you about another memory, but this happened
yesterday. I was sitting down to drink and, guess what, writing that last message in here.
Some real tough guy came up to me and said... "Are you a girl? Or a boy? Cause it looks like
your a girl." It wasn't even a good joke, he was just being rude. Ugh, I don't want to talk more.
I'm scared someone will see.


▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄


believe me, i'm Ｐ Ｒ Ｏ Ｕ Ｄ

[eli ayase]

xxxxxxxxx

weep little lion man

xxxxxxｍｕｍｆｏｒｄ

xxxxxxyou're not as brave as you were
xxxxxxxxxxat the start

█████xxxxxxxxxxｂｕｔ ｉｔ ｗａｓ ｎｏｔ


xxxxxxxxx███████xxxxxxxxxxｙｏｕｒ ｆａｕｌｔ

xxxxxx █xxxｂｕｔ ｍｉｎｅ.xxxxxxxxx███████

ｅｎｔｒｙ ; ｏｎｅ
I had only wanted to have fun; pa's
rules are far more than protective. The
only fun I had was getting half way
to the party before pa snapped into
reality and realized it was more
than obvious i'd run away. And so,
of course, he comes looking for
me. I'm quite tired of him always
chasing my tail and as far as i'm
concerned, he may have low
spirits chasing his. How did he
become so paranoid anyway? He
wasn't always like this... Clawing
his way into my life so he could
keep me locked up.

So he did find me... I was at my
friend's party. Such a shame I
couldn't make it more than
half way to the bar before pa
finds me with an empty cup
in my hand. I'll never forget
when he smacked the red solo
cup out of my hands and gripped
my biceps so hard he bruised
them; his eyes glaring red and
his nostrils flaring. He knew I
was going to be drunk if he had
not found me before.

Where am I now? In the trunk.
Yeah... He's driving me home. I
think i'd better stay pretty quiet
or else i'll get a bigger punishment
than I already 'deserve'. For Meili's
sake, all I wanted was to sneak
while pa was at a dinner party.
What can I say? My friends invited
me. I can't say no, or i'll look rude
(i actually learned that from pa...)
so i'm not sure whats coming to
me next. He probably won't ever
leave me home alone again, but
that was a mistake on his part
honestly...

█

ｅｎｔｒｙ; ｔｗｏ

Its me, Mumford (again). So when we got home, pa dragged me out of the car... Said I needed
to be a better son. He began to ramble about how glad he was that he didn't have another
one of me. That I didn't rub off on my twin. He said he was gonna get me... Get me good...
Whatever that meant. My wrist is still burning from when he ripped me out of his trunk and
jerked me across the sidewalk in the pitch black night. I was sure my arm would rip off.
But that wasn't really the end of my eventful night.

He threw me in the kitchen and smashed the lights on, before towering over me. I hate to
admit it, but I was trembling. My stomach was churning and I knew I shouldn't have done
this but I tried to look tough. And so, with a hard expression on my face, I spat 'what' at
him. Not really as a question... More of a demand. I didn't need words for him to tell me
what. He grabbed my by my hair and pulled me up to face him, our eyes meeting. I could
feel his warm breath against my face, the smell of whiskey and tobacco choking me. I
felt his body leave mine, taking a step back, before reaching his arm on and balling his
fist. I was in shock. Not sure what he was doing. But it soon hit me; literally. I blacked out,
and when I woke up, I was laying on the kitchen floor with blood dribbling out of my nose.
I reached up to touch my face, but winced in the pain. My cheek was bruised and swollen,
along with the bone under my left eye.

Now I'm in my room, and I feel a bit better. Pa's asleep. My side hurts, I think he kicked
it after I blacked out. In all honesty, I never thought pa would do that. And if only I had
the strength to fight back. But until then, I'm not going to tell anyone about my family;
my ma is still alive, my big brother isn't trying to find work anywhere he can to support
our family, my twin is always home, and my pa is the nicest and sweetest pa anyone could
ever ask for.

If only it were true.

{was written several hours later, after first entry}

[IzzyBee]

-

[Rivkah]

reserve uvu I do intend upon finishing my form once I have access to a computer.

[LoneAnubis]

-----

[NoriSharkDoggo]

Name:Angel
Gender:Female
Journal Entry1:So, I'm scene and I don't really have a lot of friends. My first day of school was horrible. No one woul talk to they just stared at me and whispered things to their friends. Things that were probably related to me. Just because I don't listen to the same music that they do or dress the same that they do, doesn't mean they have to judge me. Yeah, I wear blak eyeliner, yeah, I listen to Black Veil Brides, yeah, I dye my hair pink. I don't judge others. Why are people so mean to me?
Journal Entry2:My parents say I'm unique. I try to tell myself everyday just to ignore all the rude comments and insults. Though, you know sometimes I just can't take it any longer. Sometimes I cry myself to sleep. I hope whoever a reading this will be my friend, because right now I don't have any. I am sad and lonely.