6/5/2016 · 6:11am Jun 6th, 2016
Me and Kayla are still together.
I read through the last one and realize how much has changed. That fat nemesis is now my friend.
No more edge. No more ponies. No more worrying about summer school.
I'm 15. I live in a small city with high taxes and low income. I am a middle class resident with two lovely parents, two wonderful brothers, and the best damn girl I've ever met. I'm supposed to be studying for my math final, but I don't really feel like caring anymore. Yet I do. But what is the point? We all die. We all get buried in the earth.
Sometimes I sit and look at everyone and think I'm in some kind of false world. Like the matrix. Once my vision strarted to leave me and then I snapped back into reality and worked on my Spanish class work.
I want to marry my girlfriend. I love her. I don't even know what love is, do I? I don't know what I'll do when I'm older.
Programming? Make some kind of video game, Im chock full of ideas all the time, but I need the tools to pull it off.
Firefighting. Saving lives, real tough stuff. Grueling heat and 120+ bpm heart rate.
Finger family is weird. I want to finish Decision Five, a story where humans are on the brink of total death and send civilians out in celestial leaps of faith. Then interstellar was announced and my idea seemed like a rip off.
Fahrenheit 451, Macbeth, and the one book that escapes my memory but has Lenny and George and Slim. All good reads. One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest makes no sense but sounds awesome.
A Clockwork Orange is my favorite. I like reading a good book.
And I've spent my time reading bad fan stories on this site. Criticizing others when my works weren't even good. When I quit when a movie came out. I died and didn't adapt.
I was an asshat here. The eyes of Adolf scold me.
So many killed in that war yet my idiotic teenage self made jokes of it.
To all those who I have discouraged. To those who I made quit or delete their story.
Forgive me. Curse me, as well. I was a fool. I was dumb. I was so bad at writing I decided to write myself. I am laying in my bed while my little brother plays mine craft and I have my backpack at my feet, opened but not empty.
I can't wait to see my girlfriend tomorrow.
Heh. I've gone through the same thing. You'll pull out.