The memory of long Lasting

09 class.... Home sweet Home people alwayz say. I use to feel like my home wasn't a home and that my true home was in the classroom of 313. My time away for the holiday showed me as I thought about 7-8 grade memories, they haunt me all the time. But this time it showed me that many people hurt me and I feel it in the air that what was once done is about to be done again. I never sit here on Blogger and talk about that happy bull crap... because deep down inside I'm just not happy. I see your smiling faces everyday when I go to school and it just makes me angry inside I don't understand it but the human heart inside me can never be happy. So many secrets I wished I could tell. The emotional abuse layed upon me day after day after day. I sit around in school forcing these fake smiles. Well no more I just cant do it if its not real then you wont be seeing nothing but anger. Everyone says my venting process is to long.... that I should save it for my writers notebook you know what I think I think that if its to long for your small brain then dammit don't come on my page..... Anger felt tears stream and they cry out for someone to listen! Read between the lies to feel my pain the adults holy ears won't let me express how I really feel to my fellow classmates. New year Same me just a little bit more spice. Don't test me because I have already jumped off the edge I am far from here in Hell is where my soul resides and until you feel my pain I shall NEVER open My heart AGAIN......