Another day another though.

I don’t know where to begin. Since the incident I haven’t the momentum to write anything down. Well you have to start somewhere.

My talk with John was interesting.

“I’ve always heard of how writing has saved people, not ruin their lives.”

It didn’t ruin my life. Just sort of distorted it temporarily. Everything changes in time.

I’m growing tired of being over looked. I’ve made it a habit to talk myself in believing it’s for the best. Talk little, hear all. I thought it was a good philosophy. But when you begin to notice a pattern where whenever you do choose to talk and it’s wrong, you question yourself entirely.

Who knows where things will lead from here.

I am soon to be a junior in high school. Just listen to me act like I know everything. I don’t. I know I don’t. but I’m excited to learn. Not just the facts they teach you in those hallow halls, but an actual lesson. (technically they don't teach you anything in the halls. that's what the class rooms are for. my mistake)

Maybe that makes me seem a little nerdy. But w/e.

What can I say-- I want to know things.

But everything looks perfect from far away, “Come down now,” but we’ll stay

field note: running in the rain is more fun than it looks