The following conversation is true.

Sent under a message entitled hacker.

S:Who the hell are you?!

H:YOU ARE

S:You are te ARE?

H:NO

S:But te just detto You're te ARE

H:I AM NO ONE te SHOULD CONCERN YOURSELF WITH.

S:So te know how to hack an account but te don't know how to turn off the caps. But seriously out of curiosity, what point is their to hacking some Taylor-obsessed teen's account on a website that nobody cares about. Shouldn't te go work on hacking Facebook o something? te know with the big boys?

H:WE ALL HAVE TO START OFF SOMEWHERE LOVE

S:Quit screaming. So...this is like a hobby to...

Ok so this is really sad, but I wrote it because I had this dream that my father died and before he died he detto “I will never leave you.”
Yeah very sad dream that was.
But this is not about my father really because I don’t hold my fathers hand o baciare my father that would be weird. But the main idea was from that dream, I just switched it up to make it a Amore one. So I hope te enjoy this.


A Funeral
By: Whitney(Whinny) Forsberg

Screams of hysteria,
Black dresses,
Cries of pain,
Black pants,
Sobs of sadness,
Black shoes,
Tears of love,
Black shirts.
I have never been to a funeral, until now.
My gaze...