About a month after my father's death I got a boyfriend named A.K. within two weeks. He was the first guy I made love to. We went out off and on for over a year. We had problems but we always came back. We've stayed together. We love each other. We've promised each other we will be together forever and never spend a day apart. We plan to get married and have kids. This time it has changed. He is the love of my life. I don't think I can live without him because he is my life, my heart, and soul.

Now I will start talking about me. Since my father's death I've started hanging out with the wrong people. I got into trouble with the cops a couple of times because I was really bad and did really bad things that I do regret. I don't hang around with them anymore. I stay home and try to be good. My feelings get hurt easily and I can't take jokes. Because I take them seriously. I have a big heart and a lot of love inside. I treat people the way I want to be treated. A lot of people never get to know the real me. They hate me for no reason. If they did know they would like me because I am a really nice person. I don't like to hurt another people's feelings.

My life is OK. All I am doing in life now is going to GED classes, staying in love, and having fun before I grow old.

AND THAT IS KIND OF MY WHOLE LIFE.