eleventh grade. finally doing somthing with my life, or more like doing somthing constructive with my free time.

from the start of middle school till this very day i have been keeping a journal. eighth grade comes around and i find myself sucked into things i cant even believe i got into. through all of the confusion, lies and endless nights i spent online digging myself into a deeper hole, fueling my addiction, i finally pieced back together the fragments of truth scattered throughout the pages of a torn apart composition journal. now, they are written down in the book i am working on. it dosnet have a name yet but, by the end of the year, senior year at the latest, it will be ready to be put to the test. can i get this published? we will just have to see. now, weather or not i can bring myself to make coppies of it for the world to read is another thing. can i get him to let me publish it? or would that bring shame upon him and his family. who knows.

wish me luck.