day 1, 6/12/09

i have found this notebook on a stack of paper.
with my heart heavy with regrets i ahve decided to use writing as my escape.
for the words flowing out of my pencil onto paper speak strongly of who  i am.
i worry about my next step.
i worry about the hate that grows in the owner.
he seems to want to set an example of me.
i dont think this si fair to me to be blammed for otehr crimes i have not committed.
i wish this dream was over and i can wake up to the break of dawn.
words cannot describe how my emotions are tearing me apart and how they are the reasons for my burden.
i am pinned, hope but a memory.
i will live on.
with regret and remorse.
though i will not let you know of my sarrow.
you may only see it as i look up to wish i could change the pas.
if only i stopped.