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Letters to Noelle
Marked up cardboard boxes fell
I fell with them,
Crushed like them
I am.
Letters to Noelle
Years of waiting, nothing fading
Emptied out my pen,
Carved the rest into my hand.
READ THIS:
Please, don't judge what your small mind cannot comprehend.
Don't try to judge me by what you THINK you know. By merely reading my diary, you don't know anything. You don't know me. Hell, most of the people that I see on a daily basis don't properly know me.
No, I am not a "goth" or a "punk", nor "beatnick", "prep", "jock", or any other bullshit label your one-track, superficial mind can come up with. I'm Hollie. And, like most people (not including the idiots who hang out in stereotypical cliques to be "cool"), there's more to me than just a name.
This is my "diary". I write in here when I feel like it, and I write in here for one person only: ME. If you don't like what I have to say, or what I believe, or what I do, or what I wear...well, I honestly don't care. Disagree with me all you want, but no hate notes, and no condescending bull.
Basically, if you don't like me, leave. I'm not making you stay here. I'm not making you read this. I'm sick of the ignorant morons who seem to think that by making this "information" available online, I'm somehow forcing them to learn it. Am I holding a gun to your head, strapping you down, taping your eyelids open, and making you read until your eyes bleed? No.
Well...not yet, anyway...*smirk*
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