I used to love fall. Now, I am beginning to loathe it.
When I ran away, I, unfortunately didn't plan ahead. I regret doing that for now I am cold. Matt offered me his jacket--he's such a sweetheart, but the jacket didn't fit. I gave him back his jacket.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
"It's nothing to be sorry for," I told him. Again, if he were older, I'd date him.
He smiled and hugged me.
Why does he have to be ten?
This shed sucks in keeping me warm.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Matt wants to sleep with me for the night. He says he likes me the best.
He is only ten, a bit too young for me. If he were older, and we weren't in the situation that we are in now, I would date him.
He's part of a street gang. Not the one that commits crimes, unless needed to. It mostly consist of children who ended up on the streets. Matt is one of the youngest here. I'd say Christina has got to be the youngest. I'd place her age somewhere between eight and nine.
All of these children have harsh backgrounds. Matt's father hated him. The man would always beat the poor kid, and so Matt packed his things, wrote a letter to his mother, and left.
Christana's parents are drug addicts. They spend most of their days high on drugs, and she spends most of her days out on the street.
I know this one boy who was kicked out of his house for having a girlfriend. Why is this so bad? His biological sex is female, but his gender is male. He is a man trapped in a woman's body, is what he told me. He doesn't see his relationship with his girlfriend as being a homosexual relationship. In fact, he views it as being a heterosexual one. He wishes he can get a sex change operation so he can start living life to the fullest.
And me; I already told my story to the audience.
I think a description of where I am at sounds like a great idea.
Right now, I am in a shed that no one really uses. It is a bit dark in here, the only source of light is from my laptop. It won't be long before it shuts off. Damn battery.
He is only ten, a bit too young for me. If he were older, and we weren't in the situation that we are in now, I would date him.
He's part of a street gang. Not the one that commits crimes, unless needed to. It mostly consist of children who ended up on the streets. Matt is one of the youngest here. I'd say Christina has got to be the youngest. I'd place her age somewhere between eight and nine.
All of these children have harsh backgrounds. Matt's father hated him. The man would always beat the poor kid, and so Matt packed his things, wrote a letter to his mother, and left.
Christana's parents are drug addicts. They spend most of their days high on drugs, and she spends most of her days out on the street.
I know this one boy who was kicked out of his house for having a girlfriend. Why is this so bad? His biological sex is female, but his gender is male. He is a man trapped in a woman's body, is what he told me. He doesn't see his relationship with his girlfriend as being a homosexual relationship. In fact, he views it as being a heterosexual one. He wishes he can get a sex change operation so he can start living life to the fullest.
And me; I already told my story to the audience.
I think a description of where I am at sounds like a great idea.
Right now, I am in a shed that no one really uses. It is a bit dark in here, the only source of light is from my laptop. It won't be long before it shuts off. Damn battery.
An Introduction
My name is Alexis. Yes, that is my name. I am a thirteen year old girl.
Why am I making this blog? I assume the audience is familiar with a certain tall and slender creature who appears to be imitating humans. He fails horribly in my opinion.
I suppose a story of how my life became this way.
It wasn't long ago when I saw that thing. I was young and foolish back then. I still am that way right now.
I used to watch all sorts of videos with that creature in it. For me it was all fun and games. I thought nothing of all those blogs that claimed that the people in them were being haunted by that creature.
Imagine my surprise when I saw him staring at me from the window. And no, I was not on the second floor like most of those blogs say. I was on the first floor. My house is only one story.
At first, I thought the creature to be some perverted man that got his kicks by staring at young girls while they were asleep. I admit I yelled at it, calling it a pervert. Nothing dramatic happened, but there was a feeling of uneasiness in the air. I then went back to sleep, hiding under the shelter that was my blanket.
Nights like that repeated, and life went on. Unfortunately, my behavior worsen. I believe that creature had some sort of affect on me. I was increasingly paranoid, and very irritable. I would snap at my younger sister whenever she asked to play. It always pained me when I did. I would constantly get in arguments with my parents. My grades were slipping. It wasn't until a few months ago that I decided to run away. It was for the best. I didn't want to get my family hurt, so I ran away. I love them dearly, and I cannot stand it if they were to get hurt because of me.
The audience may be wondering how a young girl such as myself survives living out on the street. Well, I did some things I'm not proud of. Luckily, I have not resorted to prostitution, although, I do know other children that have. They say they hate it, but for some, it's better that dying out on the street.
And yes, I do own a laptop. My grandmother gave it to me, so I didn't steal it. I won't steal things like that, unless I need to.
Why am I making this blog? I assume the audience is familiar with a certain tall and slender creature who appears to be imitating humans. He fails horribly in my opinion.
I suppose a story of how my life became this way.
It wasn't long ago when I saw that thing. I was young and foolish back then. I still am that way right now.
I used to watch all sorts of videos with that creature in it. For me it was all fun and games. I thought nothing of all those blogs that claimed that the people in them were being haunted by that creature.
Imagine my surprise when I saw him staring at me from the window. And no, I was not on the second floor like most of those blogs say. I was on the first floor. My house is only one story.
At first, I thought the creature to be some perverted man that got his kicks by staring at young girls while they were asleep. I admit I yelled at it, calling it a pervert. Nothing dramatic happened, but there was a feeling of uneasiness in the air. I then went back to sleep, hiding under the shelter that was my blanket.
Nights like that repeated, and life went on. Unfortunately, my behavior worsen. I believe that creature had some sort of affect on me. I was increasingly paranoid, and very irritable. I would snap at my younger sister whenever she asked to play. It always pained me when I did. I would constantly get in arguments with my parents. My grades were slipping. It wasn't until a few months ago that I decided to run away. It was for the best. I didn't want to get my family hurt, so I ran away. I love them dearly, and I cannot stand it if they were to get hurt because of me.
The audience may be wondering how a young girl such as myself survives living out on the street. Well, I did some things I'm not proud of. Luckily, I have not resorted to prostitution, although, I do know other children that have. They say they hate it, but for some, it's better that dying out on the street.
And yes, I do own a laptop. My grandmother gave it to me, so I didn't steal it. I won't steal things like that, unless I need to.
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