Without the brilliance of a good writer, I
try to produce something. Whoever convinced me that I can write? *Immense
laughter*
I
think the case with me was the fact that I did more than one wrong thing
throughout my life. One example of that was the fact that when I was 10 I used
to stay up until the first hours of the day, awake throughout the whole night
to watch whatever they were airing on TV. It just wasn't right for a kid, I
guess, but then I think about it other times and it's completely normal.
I wish I could write something more, like
maybe if I had some hidden mental illness; something to explain the
unwillingness to survive.
Back to this thorough description.
I have spent too many hours on the internet
doing unspeakable things. I resorted to some 'forbidden structure' and it was
the best thing I read in my life, I can't call it by its actual name, because
then I'd be guilty of two crimes. One, doing the wrong thing, and two spreading
it to the world. I learnt a lot from the internet. I learnt that people are not
all the same, and that you can learn anything from the internet and that what
we do and say in there, stays like a stain on your perfect white dress if
you're not careful.
Another thing, I picked up the habit of day
dreaming when I was in the seventh grade. It was the worst thing possible, I
was a lunatic!
But some good things happened as well. Even
though, I say that I have no names to call my own. I do find some identifying
me. Like the word feminist. God, the beauty of that name, and that's about it
for today!
