life can change.

Change is the only constant in the world.

It's not hard to understand, we've all been the victims of change. But when the going gets tough, where will you be?

The world can change your life. How you live, how you view things... that's pretty much how people grow stronger, or grow fears. There are so many things that can change one's life...

but there is ONE thing that nothing can change.

You.
The strength to be you can be crushed,
but your values, your character and every bit that makes you who you are...
cannot be destroyed.

You just need to find the strength. The strength to be yourself, the strength to carry on.

From everywhere. Your friends, your family, your loved ones, the TV, the people who are much more disadvantaged.

And I wish you all the strength, to carry on. =)

because you will never know.

Hey prick,

I haven't told you this, so I guess I'll say it here right here right now so you'll get it into your thick dull head.

I HATE YOU.

It's been a while. A long while since I've last felt hatred for anyone. Maybe not that long, like... 9 months back. And I've thought about it. I hate you so much, I'm going to let you feel the pain I've gone through for the past while.

I'm going to make your life so miserable, you wished you never knew me. Life is so going to be interesting. For me at least. Because I hate you so.

Or at least, I am supposed to feel so.

-Zenith

Freedom Writers

The summer was the worst summer in my short 14 years of life.

It all started with a phone call. My mother was crying and begging, asking for more time as if she was gasping for her last breath of air. She held me as tight as she could and cried. Her tears hit my shirt like bullets and told me we're being thrown out. She kept apologizing to me that I've no home. I should have asked for something less expensive for Christmas.

On that morning, a hard knock on the door woke me up. The sheriff was there to do his job. I looked up at the sky waiting for something to happen. My mother has no family to lean on, no money coming in. Why bother coming to school and getting good grades if I'm homeless?

The bus stops in front of the school, I feel like throwing up. I'm wearing clothes from last year, some old shoes and no new haircut. I kept thinking I should have left then, instead I'm greeted by a couple of friends from my English class last year. And it hits me, Mrs. Gruwell, my crazy English teacher from last year, is the only person who makes me think of hope.

Talking with friends about last year's English and our trips I began to feel better. I received my schedule and the first teacher is Mrs. Gruwell, room 203. I walked into the room and feel all the problems in life are not so important anymore.

I am home.

broken strings.

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real

Oh
The truth hurts and a lie's worse
How can I give anymore when I love you a little less than before

where'd you be?

cause on the way down,
when it all breaks,
when the world shakes,
when everything just isn't how it was meant to be...
where'd you be?

when we're on the way down,
the floor doesn't seem anywhere near now,
if we crash and hit the ground,
we're not going to make it back home
will you still be there?

when the rain falls,
and the time stops,
as your fist crashed once more,
will all your soul, heart and love,
will you make it through?

cause i hope, you do.