Hey today i am so bored. Along day from school. I don't really like to let my heart be felt by others. I mean this journal is fine but like I said i am more use to writing at home because my life is a gloomy painting and fear blinds me from writting my stories to be veiw through other eyes. I'm afraid my sadness might turn to T.V. new or something so its much smarter to keep it confidential to the person who understand the most, god and me. Only art will let people view it but other then that no. I'll just sum up today.

Well today we wrote notes of Edgar Allan Poe. The eyes of all were closes not a pupil was shown. My eyes was a full moon. As an artist it ws easy to find comparisons to me. His world was gloomy that art was his only friend, his only family his only love. He was wrapped in his self. His world shed his pain sadness. Not even he was his friend for his life was an enemy killing every happiness that was found.