The Very Emo--tional gurl..

Literary writing (I guess you would say)  Well Poetry can rhyme sometimes...I don’t have much to say about it though. I actually kinda like poetry it seems decent and fun. 

John Wayne Gacy was an American serial killer who was known as “The Killer Clown” who also violently raped, murdered, and strangled young male adults as well as children. At the time this event was happening (1972-1978) he was struggling with his sexuality even as a child. John Wayne Gacy was born on March 17,1942 in Chicago. Gacy had been divorced twice and had two children. Earlier on in Gacy’s life he was an artist then created Pogo The Clown. When Gacy dressed up as Pogo he went to children’s birthday parties and would sexually assault them.    His first victim was Timothy Jack McCoy a fifteen year old male. The date of this murder was January 2,1972. Gacy lured McCoy into taking a tour around the city with him. Then Gacy let McCoy stay at his home for the night and promised to take him back to the bus stop in the morning. The next day McCoy wanted to say “thank you” for letting him stay over night by making some breakfast for both of them. McCoy had a kitchen knife in his hand

Well the school year is about over so I have to talk about regrets that I have you know that stuff.. This school year was emotional because lots things happened.. In the very beginning of the year I was very very very quiet and I hated myself. I wore baggy clothes because I didn’t want to show myself, I thought I was ugly. The very week of school I only had three friends and talked to very few people. I didn’t stand up for myself much, I was too scared to because usually it was the so called “popular” kids who teased me. To be honest I was pretty depressed the first two months of school. I was suicidal too. I didn’t know how to control my feelings and I made weird choices at times. The main thing was I didn’t have any self-love for myself. I hated every part of myself. And Now......... I have some confidence but not a lot though and I’m more social. I talk to more people and have more friends. I lost gained three friends and lost them and we don’t talk at all we make no contact...I

My Attic is my favorite place to be I go to my attic so it’s just my attic and me I go there to get out a good cry I sometimes go there to just sigh My attic is the place where I can talk I usually talk and walk My attic helps me think and calm myself I sit on this old shelf  I go up to my attic to remember memories  I cry And I sometimes sob That’s why I love my attic

My Grandma is someone who I’ll never forget My Grandma will always hold a special place in my heart My Grandma left us so soon and I didn’t want her to leave yet I can still remember her carrying me and putting me in the shopping cart Everyday I miss my grandma more and more  I will still remember those days where she would get mad It’s like a door between my grandma and I now When she got mad it wasn’t as bad as losing her I will always remember my special person

1. I am not dead (Sadly...I’m joking) 2. I am kinda happy 3. We had a full week of dress downs 4. I did things 5. I went outside for like five minutes or so.. 6. I stood inside and listened to p!atd,mcr,tøp, and fob 7. I hurt my neck from a lot of head banging 8. I’m getting help 9. I’ve done over 100 blog posts 10. I don’t know what else to put *smiles and gives thumbs up*

So we have to take this stupid test called MAP! So for me *grins and raises eyebrow* I’m a slow kid (mentally) so I don’t learn very fast I guess you would say....I dunno. So after MAP our class gets to read,blog,code,sudoku, or if you had something to finish from another class, you could work on that. I listened to p!atd or tøp And was either blogging or.........other things. (Edit 5/10/18: today is the last day of testing...yey)

Chapter 26: “sadness hit” I went back downstairs and felt like I was just hit by a train. I felt out of it. I didn’t feel good mentally. I kept thinking of Chelsea.... Me: So Chelsea do you wanna maybe go out sometime? Chelsea: mhm..you’re so cute Jay Me: *blushes* Chelsea: *kisses Jayden on the lips* Me: um..well then *holds Chelsea’s hand* Chelsea: *smiles at Jayden* I keep thinking about that day and another day... Me: Don’t do it Chelsea Chelsea: I’m sorry Me: PLEASE! Chelsea: *hangs up phone* Me: *worries and runs to her house* I witnessed too much...there were cops surrounding her house and then I ran inside to find Chelsea’s body hanging right in front of my eyes.....in fact I smacked right into it....  I got up from my seat and walked outside. Chapter 27: “nuuhhh” I walked onto a street that I was familiar with “hello friend that I truly love” I said sarcastically. I looked up at the house that my girlfriend lived in and died in. I walked inside “Chelsea you we

Chapter 24: “I’m bisexual...Dad” I looked at him with tears rushing down my face “I like both genders dad” I said sniffling. Gerald looked at me “I kinda knew” he said crying a bit. I gave him a puzzled look and he wiped my tears “I know about you kissing Bruce and Harley...they both told me secretly” he said smiling and wiping his own tears. I put my head down in shame “um well is it fine that I am bisexual?” He smiled at me “sweetie you can love whoever you want, any race, any gender just as long as they’re good people inside and out” he said putting his hands on my shoulders and looking me straight in the eye. I finally smiled at him and gave him a big hug “thanks dad” I said tearing up a bit. Gerald looked at me again “I know that you kissed Chelsea too sweetie”.... Chapter 25: “Chelsea” I gave Gerald a dirty look “don’t bring her up alright?” I said a bit moody. I walked away wiping my tears. I grabbed my phone and went up to my attic “Ello Jayden,it’s Chelsea ur girlfriend and

So for my blog I’ve posted 50 posts (well minus slice of life..I think) and Ms.Haury wants to know how I feel.........the same.....I don’t feel anything. Well I do feel that my writing has improved I guess, it went from *speaks in high pitch voice* “hoi guys” to *speaks in normal boring voice* “wassup peeps” I feel like I’m more comfortable with saying some things *coughs* like coming out as bisexual. I guess I do feel something *smiles* I feel like I’m important for once even though I’m probably still not but I feel like I am. *dances in silence*.......*makes faces*......*smiles*.....

On Monday (the 30th) we went to the American Writers Museum. I sat next to Andreia (my fren) on the bus and we were just talking about how life sucks sometimes then talking about the things we’ve been through (good and bad) it was kinda emotional though like some of the stuff we’ve been through. I cried on the way there because I was heartbroken (I’ll tell in another blog) so I was sad and I was a bit silent on the field trip...I didn’t talk much..I just stared and made faces. When we arrived I let the wind hit my face (it felt great) my frens kept asking “what’s wrong?” And I would tell them “don’t worry”....which by the way wasn’t a great idea *laughs* but I’m getting off topic *wipes tears* okay so we saw all these books and all these quotes it was so cool. There was this one wall..it was so co- I meant dark and colorful. The wall had all these words and then the projector would put a waterfall on the words *imagines it*.......*awkward silence*.......that’s it (Also there was a bir