Status: Updating when ideas.
This Must Be the Way It Ends
Diary Entry One - What's the point?
Dear Diary,
I'm not sure why I'm even doing this. Mr. Clark, my English teacher suggested it. Him and his bologna about how high school is the time of my life when I should find myself. I'm not searching for myself or who I am. I'm only 17, I have time, right? Anyways, Mr. Clark suggested it and he's never let me down before so I thought I'd give it a try, so here it goes.
I'm Vic. 17 year old senior at Clairemont High. San Diego is my home and music is my heart. I don't know why I'm telling my future self stuff about me that it already knows, but I thought it was be crucial to when I'm old with Alzheimer's and can't even remember the last time I ate. Maybe it'll help me remember the good times, and my miserable high school moments. Maybe I'll think it was some fictional story where the narrator didn't know left form right, who's personality practically screamed awkward, and not in the Bella from Twilight kind of awkward, I mean the kind of awkward where finding myself is my life goal because everything else seems too far out of reach and my rebellious ways cause me not to care anyways.
Though, I think I should tell you diary, before I go, that there's a new kid at school. Or maybe he's not new but he's new to my English class. I think I recall his name Claude, or maybe Kellin? Who knows. What kind of name is Claude anyways? All I know if Mr. Clark said I should help Claude, no I think his name is Kellin, because new students can often help us 'find ourselves.'
I wish I wasn't so lost and in need of finding, honestly.
Love,
Vic.
I'm not sure why I'm even doing this. Mr. Clark, my English teacher suggested it. Him and his bologna about how high school is the time of my life when I should find myself. I'm not searching for myself or who I am. I'm only 17, I have time, right? Anyways, Mr. Clark suggested it and he's never let me down before so I thought I'd give it a try, so here it goes.
I'm Vic. 17 year old senior at Clairemont High. San Diego is my home and music is my heart. I don't know why I'm telling my future self stuff about me that it already knows, but I thought it was be crucial to when I'm old with Alzheimer's and can't even remember the last time I ate. Maybe it'll help me remember the good times, and my miserable high school moments. Maybe I'll think it was some fictional story where the narrator didn't know left form right, who's personality practically screamed awkward, and not in the Bella from Twilight kind of awkward, I mean the kind of awkward where finding myself is my life goal because everything else seems too far out of reach and my rebellious ways cause me not to care anyways.
Though, I think I should tell you diary, before I go, that there's a new kid at school. Or maybe he's not new but he's new to my English class. I think I recall his name Claude, or maybe Kellin? Who knows. What kind of name is Claude anyways? All I know if Mr. Clark said I should help Claude, no I think his name is Kellin, because new students can often help us 'find ourselves.'
I wish I wasn't so lost and in need of finding, honestly.
Love,
Vic.
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This is kind of like a prologue type thing. Let me know what you think? I got this idea recently and decided to finally put a pen to paper (fingers to keyboard?) and get the ball rolling. Who knows, maybe we'll both enjoy it. Let me know if I should continue cause it's kinda eh right now.