True Heart.

You can tell when someone has a true heart, when they ask you what's wrong when you don't even know them. You know who you are if you read this. In girls enesemble she cheered me up. I hope she's blessed. And Devin, You can come over with the Beatles, and some Mountain Dew any time. (;

Bad Day.

I drown out my sorrows in music. It never works. Something is wrong, but I don't tell. I'm scared I'm going to get judged. I don't want to burden others with my insecurities. I want to be a recluse. I don't want to come out. I want to hide my emotions. Box them up inside an old closet. No one would find them. I am not open. Sometimes.. I just don't wanna be myself. I might get others problems, but at least I can be open. I just want to be loved. Like that's EVER gonna happen. I just am gonna be myself. I'm not gonna sing unless I have to. I'm not gonna love. It may be wonderful, But I'm not worth it. This is a depressing blog, but no one ever reads it anyways. So, I'm ok. I can vent. No one will get hurt, but no one will care. I will never go back to the old fun me. It was too hard. EVERYONE expected me to always be happy. I'm not special, I have emotions too. No one ever cares enough to find out though. XXX Leigha XXX

Hey there Delilah.

Hey there Deliah, what's it like in New York City? I'm a thousand miles away, but girl tonight you look so pretty. Yes you do. Love.. So much of it, but so little to those who need it most. Love is what we need. Love is what lifts us up where we belong. Love. What we need most, and cannot find. Why is that, because if love was easy to find.. There would be no reason for couples to stay together. No struggle-No love.

On the Bus

On the Bus. It is noisy and loud, but she doesn't care. She listens to music as it flows through her ears. The sound swallows the screaming. It absorbs every whisper and sound. Soon she feels like there's no gravity about. She starts to feel light. Her head is moving melody about. There's no stopping it now. As the music becomes her.

As Music Becomes Her.

The music fills the air a soft light tune, slowly turning into a techno beat. It entrances her body. She moves with it.  Soon she can only feel the music flowing in the air, flowing through her body. The music has effect like no other. The world seems to flow to the rhythm, the beat. She can soon only wonder if in will ever end, she doesn't want it too though. As the music becomes her, she has no idea.