caela_adrianna

A Tribute To God
2003-01-20 21:21:05 (UTC)

The Reproduction of Mankind and Freedom of Speech


my escapades in keeping a diary were short lived as a
child. I’ve alway been the type to defy rules
set by my parents and I felt that in writing shit down that
I wasn’t supposed to would be a great
way to do that. I came home one day to find my mother on my
bed, gawking at this little
notebook I picked up at the corner store in tears. Holding
up the book, for me to read, she said “ I
cant believe it”. On the pink paper, lined in white
stripes, it read “ I want to have sex with Rob”.
My mother closed the book, grabbed my upper arm with
extreme force and dragged me down the
staircase. She took me into the kitchen and sat me on the
counter. Picking up a lighter which my
father used for his cigars, she inched it towards the
bottom of my little pink “diary”. It took 5
minutes for it to turn to ashes. My defiant words went up
in flames. I had no clue what sex was. I
was 9.

hopefully I’ll have better luck with this one. It’s true
that millions of people around the world can
read this, and it most likely will contain some “bad” words
from time to time, but I’m smarter
now. My mother can’t use the Internet.

all good things come in due time

“... the fog is rising”
-emily dickinson




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