Well, SPring Breaks over. Boo. But we're preparing for our Phantom of the Opera concert. Yay! I have officilly typed every poem I've ever written on FictionPress. And it only equals 21. Seems like more to me. Anyway, todays the one year anniversary of the last time I cut. That's REALLY good. I have a 'C' in math. And I have writers block. Morgan has been being a brat to me all week, and I've been nothing but nice to her. Can't wait till we send her back to the zoo. Anywho, that's pretty much it. Nothing exciting, but better then nothing. What's up, people? Oh, before I forget, here's part of a poem I"m writing: People come and people go Some come fast and then fade slow Some will love and some will harm Some will take you by the arm And tell you that they’re their for you And will be your friend through and through Others will take you and heal your soul From the painful things that have taken their toll The wounds inflicted by those previous few Who had cunningly decided how to betray you Will soon fade away as you slowly learn to trust This painful world into which you were thrust People will come, people will go, Some will fix your damaged soul These are the one’s who truly matter Are the one’s who will fix everything tattered... I still need to finish it. Hope everyone's good! -Chelsey- | 
