Today was pretty boring. I did see my female friends from New York get ready for prom, though, and they look so pretty. I don't know how, but they always seem to be more confident in their abilities to be pretty than I am. I'm too anxious to even think about standing out. I keep making poems, but, I don't think they're that good. I'm just writing whatever comes up into a poem. I haven't drawn digitally in awhile, but, it's ok. I don't need to draw digitally, I can do traditional. Sam wants me to join the Fresno Youth Orchestra, but I won't tell him I changed my mind. I think if I call Zaine, my heart will explode, because I know I can't have him. He realized that I couldn't do my mindless flirting with him, because I said he has limits on him, since he has a girlfriend. I can't help it though. I have an, almost, eight year running love for him. I don't think I can call it a crush anymore. Usually, crushes only last for a few months, of for a few weeks. I guess I'll figure out what it is sooner or later.

-Nikki Greul

Poem #4 

I see you, and I smile.

I hear you, and I laugh.

I breathe you in, and I can't get enough.

I hug you, I love you.

I see you stressed, I'm stressed.

I hear you vent, and I vent with you.

I hear you sigh, I hope it's of relief.

I hear "I love you".

I know you do.

I love you too.

Poem #5

I can see a man, 

I can see a woman,

I can see they are pretty or handsome,

But, I won't date them.

I need comfort and stability,

I need a personality.

Poem #6

I feel like a burden,

I feel like an annoyance.

Each time I text or call someone,

I feel the guilt behind,

Knowing they don't need me.

I know I'm too dependent,

But I can't help it.

I'm too caring to be dependent,

But too loving to be independent.

I can't wrap my head,

Running around with Personality,

WHO AM I?