“He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise.” - Oscar Wilde

STELAAAAAAAAAAAAA, what are u doing -- huh! whats up ma why are u yelling am studying my ass off:devil: what is wrong:rolleyes: well i wasnt really happy since u got out of ur room to study on this back creaking table ur grade arent improving u no and ur heaalth is shittier everyday what is going on with u, is there anything u need to talk about if u dont want to tell me tell ur father or ur doctor just tell me whats going on dotnt get me worried about u. mom, dont worry ill be fineits just i wasnt feeling that good lately but am back an am working on myself dont worry about me ma ok do u need any help sweet heart am fine mom thx anyway u go rest i no ur tierd and dont worry if i need anything ill ask brenda to get it for me:coffee: ok sweet heart ill check up in u every while ok mom no prob have a nice sleep