Her Life Is Not Like MINE!
Sunday, Mar. 07, 2004, 5:34 P.M.

Hello world. Good evening. I decided to say some words of comfert or confusion take it how ever you wish. Today was a good day, as always in the little Naomi bubble of happyness. I do wish all of you, could join me. Any ways, yes today was good. Everything was happy and perfect as always, untill I got a slight realization that was much needed.

As she sat in her room, crying her self to life, crying to her self to show her pain and misury, she was crying to show her story and her love, she was crying for you and I. She was growing and striving for love, life, and lust. Allthough of this came to a crashing end when her Father came crashing into her bedroom, to beat her again. To show his anger, his pain and his misury. He was not like her, he could not cry the tears to show all of this, he could not take it out on him self, he had to do it someone else, someone weeker, smaller and less likly to try and fight back. She was happy though, she was happy it was her getting the pain over her Mother or Brother. They do not deserve that sort of death, beating and life. What ever the cause may have been for todays fist was unknow, and was not relavint to the matter.

As he came crashing forward, he lifted his fist and his arm, he lifted his anger, and it came crashing down her like a knife that was being dug into someones skin. Its after wards sting was not importants, what was improtant was her being able to maintain her firm stand of standing still. Now showing pain or emotion, not showing her tears or fear.

He hit her again with a mighty pound, a mighty crash, boom and bang, and then he went storming out. She did not give him the gratafaction he needed, she did not show her pain. She will not let her self. She heard him head towards her bothers room. She new he would give her Father what he wanted. Now she wished she weeped.

And she looked at her self and saw the damage he had done to her, she realized even if she was to slit her self tonight, it would nto change the way she looked. She went agains the urge of pain, and slept threw the night.