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| hi monique its amanda here hope u r having a great time in montreal,I just finished reading 1 of ur books called flip turn it was a really good book. hope u have a good day. ur friend and writing pal:Amanda ![]() |
| I just read one of your articles in The Jaltemba Sol newspaper titled: Serendipity-Thinking small leads to the perfect Mexican Beach Town I loved your article........ I would love to hear more about your trip and possibly view some of the pictures, as my family is vacationing in that region in January 2008. I, myself have spent some time in RinCon and LePenita earlier this year, and loved the area. The people are so friendly......... We do want to explore the country side and get to know more about the area, get off the beaten track, if you know what I mean. If you could help with this it would be truly appreciated. Thank you so very much, Sandy |
| Hi Monique, It's Melissa from Westmount high school. Sorry I havn't posted my peoms, it's just I've been busy with homework and projects. Argh. Well, I will post two of them. The one I showed you at school, and another new one. Hope you like them. It's a pathetic kind of love Spill my blood. Let my screams fill the air. Torment my mind until I weep. Scar my skin. Hate me, until I beg you to stop. Run your hands down my arms, leaving red marks of hate. Rip my skin open until my pitiful scream is all you hear. Beat me down until my breath stops. Make my mind full of twisted, self-destructive thoughts. Make me run away. Scar me for life. Please don't let me forget. Pity in a bottle Hating you with everything I've got. Every drop of blood makes me yell until my lungs burn with frustration. Seeing you smile makes me want to spit in your face, Hearing your laugh makes me want to run away. Being around you is this unbearable sickening feeling that won't ever leave me. No matter how hard I try and push it away. You are the scars on my body. You are the hate that won't ever leave my mind. You are the only thing that won't let me go on with my life. You were my love ...but, now you are my self-destruction. Hope you like it. Chat later. Byeee. |
| Hi Monique. You visited my journalism class at John Abbott last semester, and I remember you telling us you had your own site, so I decided to look you up. I am actually really interested in journalism and was wondering if you had any advice for me, because i'd love to get a chance to try and get published. I remember you said parts of the gazette were geared towards younger writers and so on... anyway, if you could get back to me, I'd really appreciate it. -Amanda |
| The book 121 Express is a fabulous book and we were the first one to get the book , LaurenHill, students |






