THIS IS THE Lost DIARY OF SINSETA....(Some of te know her others don't)
May 18th,
My name is Sinseta,
I'm not your average 10 anno old. Well 11 today :). When te see me, you'll see a small girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. A girl who smiles ALOT.... But rarely means it. I guess I could say 'I know why the cage bird sings. My idiot of a father called me today to say Happy Birthday And of course I pretended RP be happy and asked when he'd come to see me and of course he just sighed and detto 'Dunno Sweetie' Like he always does. So I'm stuck here, chained to this stupid island with my stupid step mom and the one thing I can't say is stupid... My step sister. Sasha, she's 10. My only friend since I'm not allowed to leave this shithole of an island. Today little, well not so little anymore, Sasha came up to me with this journal. It's quiet pretty, it's a nice shade of purple with my name, Sinseta, on the cover written in her cute bubble letters. Makes me smile :). I guess that explains me, girl trapped on boring island for life. Great. Today though after Daddy called, I looked in the mirror and somthing caught my eyes. My eyes! They had a glint, I saw it, I little glint of purple, then as soon as I spotted it, gone. Weird, then I had a thought in the back of my mind. Kill. One word that made me turn to the door and stare out the hall window at my step mom, kill kill kill. Stupid voice, I thought 'GO AWAY' and it did. Gone finally. If it comes back though I'm scared I won't be able to control myself...
May 20th,
OMG
My family surprised me today! My father! He came! I was so exited yesterday he detto that the district let him come see us and from now on he was aloud to come out once a week! I was so exited to see him, with his short black hair and his pretty blue eyes he gave me. He played at the lake with me and Sasha all giorno and later on he talked to mom at cena about the districts and the cities in ruins. They say that's why I can't leave that this island is to protect me. But somehow I fear there is somthing out there... The voice I was so afraid of came back later on that Night. I looked in the mirror and saw più purple come back the voice pounding in my head 'Kill kill kill kill kill' what do te want from me? But it just kept pounding 'Kill kill kill kill' it was so over powering I ran down the stairs and before I knew it there was a cucina coltello in my hand. What? I dropped the coltello and in the door way a little face with purple eyes and curly black hair peered out at me and whispered "Sinseta?" I ran over to Sasha and hugged her close to me. Strangely as zoo as we touched the voice disappeared, I found my cure.
May 18th,
My name is Sinseta,
I'm not your average 10 anno old. Well 11 today :). When te see me, you'll see a small girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. A girl who smiles ALOT.... But rarely means it. I guess I could say 'I know why the cage bird sings. My idiot of a father called me today to say Happy Birthday And of course I pretended RP be happy and asked when he'd come to see me and of course he just sighed and detto 'Dunno Sweetie' Like he always does. So I'm stuck here, chained to this stupid island with my stupid step mom and the one thing I can't say is stupid... My step sister. Sasha, she's 10. My only friend since I'm not allowed to leave this shithole of an island. Today little, well not so little anymore, Sasha came up to me with this journal. It's quiet pretty, it's a nice shade of purple with my name, Sinseta, on the cover written in her cute bubble letters. Makes me smile :). I guess that explains me, girl trapped on boring island for life. Great. Today though after Daddy called, I looked in the mirror and somthing caught my eyes. My eyes! They had a glint, I saw it, I little glint of purple, then as soon as I spotted it, gone. Weird, then I had a thought in the back of my mind. Kill. One word that made me turn to the door and stare out the hall window at my step mom, kill kill kill. Stupid voice, I thought 'GO AWAY' and it did. Gone finally. If it comes back though I'm scared I won't be able to control myself...
May 20th,
OMG
My family surprised me today! My father! He came! I was so exited yesterday he detto that the district let him come see us and from now on he was aloud to come out once a week! I was so exited to see him, with his short black hair and his pretty blue eyes he gave me. He played at the lake with me and Sasha all giorno and later on he talked to mom at cena about the districts and the cities in ruins. They say that's why I can't leave that this island is to protect me. But somehow I fear there is somthing out there... The voice I was so afraid of came back later on that Night. I looked in the mirror and saw più purple come back the voice pounding in my head 'Kill kill kill kill kill' what do te want from me? But it just kept pounding 'Kill kill kill kill' it was so over powering I ran down the stairs and before I knew it there was a cucina coltello in my hand. What? I dropped the coltello and in the door way a little face with purple eyes and curly black hair peered out at me and whispered "Sinseta?" I ran over to Sasha and hugged her close to me. Strangely as zoo as we touched the voice disappeared, I found my cure.
Within the furthest reaches of the cuore lies those desires whose name one dares no speak. So seductive, so intoxicating, so indulgent, our most private passions burn at the molten core of our being, luring us to the very highest of ecstasy to the depths of despair. Through the ages, the words impassioned innamorati have transformed a virginal sheet of paper into a sanctuary for a restless heart. Each of the pages in this journal awaits the expression of your own desires- Unedited, Undiluted, Uninhibited.... Abandon yourself....
~IF te DARE~
~IF te DARE~
Shadowing Eternity...
A special place for te and me,
An undying bond to guide us free.
Loneliness blocking the day,
Our Amore lighting the way..
Your gentle touch,
Your smiling face.
There is no corner,
No dark place..
Our passion flowing in the waves,
My cuore stands still.
Awaiting your pace..
Your Amore is my destiny,
your cuore is like the soul of God..
Our love, withstanding time,
Diminishing doubt, in our mind.
There is no place I rather be…
Than in your cuore and in your dreams...
-Beyal
A special place for te and me,
An undying bond to guide us free.
Loneliness blocking the day,
Our Amore lighting the way..
Your gentle touch,
Your smiling face.
There is no corner,
No dark place..
Our passion flowing in the waves,
My cuore stands still.
Awaiting your pace..
Your Amore is my destiny,
your cuore is like the soul of God..
Our love, withstanding time,
Diminishing doubt, in our mind.
There is no place I rather be…
Than in your cuore and in your dreams...
-Beyal
13 year old me..
Wrath
I am one of the deadly sins,
For I am the one that makes te feel angry,
And may lead te to do wrongful things.
I blind you,
And mask the truth from you;
I hide your actions,
And make them unaware to te until
te realise what just happened.
I am a curse,
For I blind te from the truth,
And make te unwilling to accept that truth,
Because I am anger,
Which makes your rage come true,
Which brings about your wrath,
Which is my true name,
And with it comes a grudge.
I am a curse,
And te do not want me,
But honestly,
It is fun for me to see
te hurting other people,
Even though te don't intentionally do it,
o even if te are blinded da the truth.
For I am Wrath,
And I take amusement from your anger,
And the pain te inflict on others,
And I am from the fiery pits of hell.
Beware of your human instincts,
For I am one of them,
And I may mostra up in your fiery head.
I am one of the deadly sins,
For I am the one that makes te feel angry,
And may lead te to do wrongful things.
I blind you,
And mask the truth from you;
I hide your actions,
And make them unaware to te until
te realise what just happened.
I am a curse,
For I blind te from the truth,
And make te unwilling to accept that truth,
Because I am anger,
Which makes your rage come true,
Which brings about your wrath,
Which is my true name,
And with it comes a grudge.
I am a curse,
And te do not want me,
But honestly,
It is fun for me to see
te hurting other people,
Even though te don't intentionally do it,
o even if te are blinded da the truth.
For I am Wrath,
And I take amusement from your anger,
And the pain te inflict on others,
And I am from the fiery pits of hell.
Beware of your human instincts,
For I am one of them,
And I may mostra up in your fiery head.
Vertonica Bond: seven years old with the dark dirty blue hair also at the first foster home
