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So i just started this new little blog here. Let me inform you about myself. I'm Darian i live in Livonia,Michigan and i got to Churchill High School. Im currently single so if you live around Livonia hit me up ;]. lol well anyways. Music is my passion in life. Without it i would probably dead. Art is another big thing in my life. It makes me happy. There is so much i wish i could say to people but i probably wont. I'll write about it here and use diffrent names or her or him or you something like that. I tend to show people im strong and confident but im not, simple words can knock me out. I write poems. I've been told there works of art, i on the other had dont think they are. Im a nice person once. Im currently looking into buying a guitar right now i want an acoustic but if i really get into it ill get an electric. I use to play bass and i was pretty good till i got it taken away. If i would have to look up to one person, anyone in the world it would have to be Steve Wojcik. I know he doesn't know who the hell i am but i heard his music on myspace and I cried so hard becuase it was true and his music if from the heart. If he ever see this I love you and keep your music comeing i love it. I have one best friend named Kayla we've been friends since 3rd grade and I'm glad we still are. She's pretty amazing and we have fun together. One day I'm leaving Michigan and going somewhere away from here. I love Chicago with a passion. Its beautiful. Picture of city skylines are amazing. Thats a way to make me happy. Get me a picture of a City Skyline. My past includes a drunk and doped up father and mother trying to save money to feed me and my 2 brothers. I hid alot from my dad. He scared me when he was drinking. I hid under my bed hopeing that would keep him away from me if he ever decieded he didnt want a daughter anymore. He got volient and punched the wall and once almost kill my mom. He even told me and my mom and my brothers this when he was drunk off his ass "Sweet Dreams my darlings becuase its the last thing you'll ever see". Thats was the last straw. He went to jail that night. i was in 6th grade at the time. The day he came out he relized that he had a problem and need help, which then helped. By this time i was deppressed about everything. I was slient all the time. I had started cutting one night. For the first time in a while i knew what pain was. It felt good. I never told anyone what i did. In the summer of 7th grade my mom found out what i was doing. They both sent me to counsling where i was thrown into group thereapy with teens that were suppost to be with the same problem as me. They werent. They were all there for stealing a car or almost killing some one. I was told everytime I went I punch my parents for telling me what to do. I ran away from home and got caught up with drugs and sex. None of which was true. I started getting mad and what they were saying. Lisa told us we were nothing and were probably gonna end up on the streets one day. I looked up at her and told her to shut the hell up no one wanted to here her putting us down anymore. She looked at me and told me that i had no right to talk out of turn and i said she didnt have a right to tell us what we were and werent aloud to do. We started going back and forth about this stuff. I had enough and flipped my desk over and went out side of the classroom. The class we still slient as i left. I slammed the door and walked out side. I had so much emotion in me i didnt know what to do. I still had a good half hour till my mom came and got me. i leaned against the building. Thinking what i just did. I ended up crying and crying till i vomited. One of the guys in the class help my hair up for me which i thought was nice. After that happened he helped me up and gave me a bottle of water and told me i had real balls for sticking up to lisa like that. We talked for a little bit and that was about it. A couple days later i got a letting in the mail telling me i was not aloud to come back to the class. I went to school were i got in the wrong crowd and they soon started messing with my head. Alot of the time i couldnt go to school becuase i was afraid of what we going to happen. I would make myself sick. Once i even had people throwing paper at me and i was being called a little whore and what not. I left school that day and told me mom i was just sick i didnt feel good. i slept for 3 days. My mom found out what we happeing and told me it was my last year in that district now im here in livonia. where i made so many new friends and havent had to deal with people like that. I'm glad of all that. Since this had dragged on long enough im going to end it here

Peace,Love,Musik
Darian