When he says he loves you, do you believe him?
Do you take time to doubt his feelings?
Do you make mistakes you wish you could erase?

Everything that goes wrong makes me think so much about the word EXISTENCE. What is it? Is there a reason we’re living?
If so i want to know it?
I’m not even thinking in the way of peoples religion.

I hate it when people get technical and say for the lord.

I WANT TO KNOW WHAT IS MY MEANING FOR LIFE.

With saying that it makes me wonder about my one true wish. You’ll never guess what it is… TO DIE IN my SLEEP.

I want to live in my own imagination so bad i pray to what ever is listening and can grant my wish.

I can say many things but I don’t know if people will actually be reading.

I love to write/type what I’m thinking and many people callmestrange for my out looks on everything. I know I’m not normal but HEY!  No one is.

I want a way to express and let everything out and my amazing teacher Mrs. Carter told everyone in our class to make one if we want.

So here I am, Courtney Ellis, a teenage girl with a lot of differet things to say.