BULLSHIT

There is no reason to read any of this shit. These were pieces I started while sitting at my desk during and between classes. These are thoughts that didn't go anywhere. Because I have a need to write and on many occasions an empty sheet of paper combined with an empty mind--like two negatives making a positive--have resulted in an article, a poem or a short story--a work that met my standards and fulfilled by expectations. I am presenting these fragments because I have nothing to better to do. Unless you're ridiculously bored or insanely curious, I wouldn't waste my time with the following passages. It's a late Sunday night and I have nothing better to do but copy these random thoughts that I recorded while doing my best to survive another day in the BISD:


It was never my intention to live. I came into this world a sickly child and I almost exited without knowing myself. I staggered through childhood and early adolescence with no sense of self since no one seemed to have a sense of me. I was neither athletic nor attractive, but for reasons I don't understand to this day, I was never bullied. It was at the dawn of my teenage years that I first noticed the gnawing that eats away at me to this day. There was a blond cheerleader named Diana who introduced me to beauty and started me down a path...

Like Forrest Gump, I am running. I run and run and run, not literally but figuratively. I have to keep going forward because if I stop I start asking myself all these stupid questions these stupid questions to which there are no logical answers. Faith does not sustain me. I must correct myself. I physically do run. In reality, I do more walking than running, but anyone familiar with track understands the concept of intervals knows that...

I sit by the window and watch the rain fall. How many others have partaken of a similar moment and wished that the poetry of the drops pattering on the roof would never stop playing their music. Gripped by melancholy and nostalgia...

As my readers know ad nauseum, there are many times when I'm overwhelmed by the insignificance of my life. And there are times when I look at the night sky, which I don't often enough, and I can't help but...

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