http://slow.writerscafe.org/LoveTheLifeILive The original writings of author Forgotten</3 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776116700 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Mom is finally reading the hunger games. Maybe I can go see it in the next coming weeks. Hopefully before Max is born. I'll want to help Nina as much as I can when he comes. I wish to marry Chris Evans. He is by far the best person in Hollywood. He can sing, he can act, and he's just sexy. No. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoveTheLifeILive/976257/ Seriously. Everyone in silsbee schools are shallow. At least 99% of my grade was. Ohhow I hated it there. How glad I am I escaped. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoveTheLifeILive/975704/ Alright. You caught me. I'll admit I might like him. No&hellip; It's much more. I can't bring myself to say I love him, though. But it's true. I do love him. Actually, he's the first guy I can actually see myself having a future with. In my mind, we'll be best friends until I'm 18, and then we'll da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoveTheLifeILive/975261/ Tonight I hung out with 'him' again. He came to the house and he and Ryan dug up our 'poop pipe'. He's buying a new truck. Red. Very small backseat, if you can call it that. Two seats facing each other. I kind of like it&hellip; He tried to get me to drive. I'm starting to wonder if he has a death-w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoveTheLifeILive/973776/ I guess kindof like I diary... I'm just tired of putting my thoughts as 'stories'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoveTheLifeILive/973770/ Why does everything have to be in a category? I just want to put my thoughts down in typing. It's not a story. Not a poem. Nothing. Just thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoveTheLifeILive/966411/ <3 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoveTheLifeILive/957765/ Not really a story but okay... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoveTheLifeILive/948859/ lalalala la laaaaa http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoveTheLifeILive/948816/ I saw you today. At the mall.&nbsp; You hit my butt, kicked my back, and made my jacket smell like a man. But you didn't care that i followed you. I went with you. You didn't try to make me leave. I think you know. How hard it is. So you let me stay. I can still smell the spot on my sleeve. We walk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoveTheLifeILive/856557/ I sat on the cold tile of the Store. The empty shopping cart was turned up vertically behind me. She grabbed me by my jacket and pulled me to my feet. I struggled to get away from her grasp. I tried to run. She yelled. Not wanting to draw any more attention to us then she&nbsp;already&nbsp;had, I r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoveTheLifeILive/811807/ Partly my true life, partly made up in my own little mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoveTheLifeILive/806832/