richard-craven

Today was a very bad day for me. It all started in school when my friend told me to throw trash at the teacher. Well being me I couldn't turn down the challenge. So I got the paper ball and threw it, but when I threw it I didn't hit the teacher I hit the meanest kid in the class. He stood up looking straight down on me and he told me to stay after class. At that point I thought that my life was over. Well my luck got even worse I had a pop quiz today and I couldn't even concentrate on the test becasue all I was thinking about was what was gonna hapen after class. After the test was over we all graded each others paper and unsuprisingly I got a F-. Then the teacher decided to play a game that could help us on the next test. The score was 9 to 9 only one more point to determine who would win and the last person on my team that had to save the game was me. Well my luck was getting worse and worse the question was the hardest question anyone had ever herd of and I couldn't answer it so I cost the whole team there chance of winning the game. And then the bell rang and it was time for the moment of which I would still live or die. The meanest kid in class told me to see him after class and I am looking right at him at this point. He asks me why did you throw it at me and I said that it was all an accident. Then he says your luck and throws me in the trash can. What a day I had im so tired from all this bad luck I had today so I guess that all im saying for today. Byeee

Dear diary,

               This is my first time writing in this journal since my dad passed it on to me. I think its weird how a journal can be passed down for generations but I feel like its something I should do because it has become a tradition in our family. Im the fourth son that this has been passed down to and  looking back at the passed journals they wrote mostly about how their day was or how things are going and I guess that is what I should do to. Well today my family got together because it was a memorial to A man named Richard Craven my great great great great grand father. I dont really know what kind of man he was but all I no is that he was the first one in the family to write in this very journal and since then this was passed down for generations. I dont really know what I should put so I should start off by introducing myself. Well my name is Jack Craven im 12 years old and I live in a little town in virginia. I live with my mom named Melissa Craven, dad named John Craven, and my two sisters Connnie and Christine Craven. I dont no why this book was passed down to me but it had to do with being a guy and how in our tradition only guys can write in this book but i dont no I guess I should just go along with it. Today was a very confusing day with the memorial that we just had out of nowhere I've learned alot of new things about my family and our traditions. And I've also met alot of new family members, its so weird how you can just meet a family member you've never seen  in the 12 years you have lived. But its good because now I know whos in my family. Well today I have discovered alot of things and I hope I learn more about my tradition and my family as I live my life.

Dear Diary,

               For the past few months I felt a horrid pain in my heart and I have just found out that I have a very unusual disease that was unknown to the doctor and the doctor told me that I only have a few months left till I die. At this point I am very afraid knowing that I only have a few months left. For most people if they knew that they had only a few months till they die they probably wanted to do so much but for me the only thing that I desire is to is past on my seed to a woman so that my next generation can live on. And to fullfill this desire I am gonna buy a 16 year old girl from pirates sailing off the coast becauase I have herd that the pirates are selling young girls for a very decent price and I think that its the only way I have to passing my seed on to the next generation. THE FEW DAYS LATER.... I passed on my seed to the girl I have bought and I have successfully passed on my seed to the girl. A few days have passed and I just foud out that the girl is pregnant to my baby. I think that if I die right now at this min. I can rest in peace finally and I think that I will have no regrets from my past life and I just hope that my kid will live on knowing that I wasn't such a good person and I hope my child will learn from the mistakes I have made and make the best of his/her lives and I hope that he/she can be loved by everyone that comes across him/her. But I am sad that I won't be able to see my child before I die and I regret not doing this sooner. I hope that my child will be a very successful person and I hope that he/she will make better choices at least bettwer choices than I have made. I haven't really made that much fourtune but I hope that after I die he/she will take the money and make it into a big fourtune and make a really family with a wife and kids. And I hope that my generation will live on and on living a better life than I had and. well Im pretty sure that this is the last journal I am gonna write but I hope than my child will find this journal and write in it just like I have and I hope my child will past it on to his/her child. And all I want to say to my child is that I am sorry and that I love him/her.

It hath been about three years since the incident and I have never broken the law once I haven't stole anything, I haven't fought anyone, and I haven't messed with anyone innocent. I have made the commitment to not do anything bad but then today I have broken that promise and I have ashamed myself. But I have broke the promise for a good reason. For the past few days I have been out of money and I have starved for the past few weeks, today I was at the edge of death becuase I had no money to buy food so I ended up steel a food market down the street. Luckly I have not gotten caught but In my mind I feel so guilty. I felt that being in this situation was me being tested by god but I have failed the test and I have brought sin to god. I can't help myself I feel so bad I don't feel like doing anything nor do I even feel hunger with all the guilt in my heart. All I feel like doing right now is turning back the time and just spiting my food back out and just make the better choice I could have made. All I could think of is the commitment I have made to myself and the shame I feel after doing what I did to the innocent people that owned the market. I belong in hell I deserve to burn in the flames of hell with the shame I bring to my god and bringing shame to my own self that I could never take away. At this point all I can do and all I have to do is repent to my God and all I can hope for is God to except my apologies and for myself I hope I can just forget that all this has happend and I just hope for my life to turn around.

 Richard Craven is mine name, I live in a little town called Ipswitch. I am currently at the age of 59 and I am currently also single because the women I once loved left me and was taken away by a man named Thomas Hooker. I do not really know if the women I loved left me beacuse she hated me or if she thought that it was for the best but I was never really suprised when she left me becuase most people that come across me usually tends to dislike me and she probably felt the same way. Most people look at my smile and see's that there is no warmth, nor does it show the promise of anything other than some plot people think I am planning to ruin their lives with.But what people think of me are absolutly right. I admit it, I am a man with no heart or neither am I a man that knows the true meaning of love, im just a man with a cold heart and a man that shows no gratitude to others. I am currently a landholder and I am the justice of peace. I Know clearly that I do not deserve the occupant of being any of these because I waste most of my days walking around town causing destruction to innocent people and I also steel from others as a way of enjoying myself. I am not proud of myself as I am writing this but this is who I am and it is something I can't hide or lie about.