Introductions . .

Just a rambling I did on the bus. I think I'll continue it .

My name you ask? Why should I tell you that? What privilege have you earned to learn something I don’t tell anyone? I’m secretive and surely I dodge around the main point of this.  This is MY journal and YOU shouldn’t be looking in here. That being said, why are you looking in this? Are you searching for something that you may have missed knowing about me? Or do you just feel like reading something that’s actually worthwhile? I didn’t really think this could be considered as something that was interesting to read. It’s just my life-story, but I guess it’s not exactly my choice what you read or not. If you’d like to read it then feel free to continue, but be warned. This isn’t a pleasant journal full of happy bunnies and rainbow lands of bliss. This is a journal of pure suffering the greatest secrets that I keep from others. Why I did so I shall not answer. It’s none of your concern and thinking that you’re reading this. I haven’t the slightest clue how you might have gotten a copy. Since the only copy I know of is the one I wrote with my pencil in a spiral-bound notebook. Anyways, I’m getting off-track once again (I have a very short attention span if you’ve noticed) what I want to say is read this at your own risk. It’s got several different things that are touchy subjects for some people. So if you’re touchy, emotional, or prone to feel pity. Set this down right now. I have several things that I could tell you right now, but let’s drag this on for a while. My age is not an unknown to you at this point. I will tell you, honest, I am 17. The teenager years are always prone to be horrible no matter who you are. Some people having it worse than others. Oh and, by the way, the only reason I’m writing this is to show the horrific disfigurations of people’s mental states in this world. You should be scared when I even mention a mental state of someone. Because, usually when I mention it I mean they’re on the brink of insanity. Isn’t that always such a wonderful thing? Just kidding, I use sarcasm as well. Maybe if we want to talk about mental states we should consider mine. It’s not like I’m completely sane, or insane. I’m kind of in-between the two. Do you still want to know me? I’m telling you; you don’t have to read this. It would be much better for you, like so many others have, to set this down and never pick it up again. It’s not like it has any great epiphany-worthy moments anyways. Just another person’s trials through life and how I manage to deal with them; which most my friends tell me isn’t healthy. I guess that shouldn’t really be important to you though, it’s just a person you don’t even know. Or maybe you did know me. At least, you thought you did. If you are someone who “knows” me then be prepared for a surprise. As for the rest of you, pay no mind to the last sentence. And now to say, this is your last chance. Set this down and you’ll never have to know of what a real hard life is. I promise you; you’d be better off not knowing what I’ve dealt with. If you choose to continue reading; it’s your own stupidity. I’ll continue more of this tomorrow and remember. I won’t tell you my name.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Silvario]

an interesting beginning. i like the set-up here, an intro to a journal that prepares, and warnes, us for the entries to come. a very 'real feel' voice helps to pull a reader.
you achieved peeking my curiosity to read on to the next chapter. and so well done :)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

a breathy and dignified response to a world obsessed with meaning and having to understand us, as people we tend to overlook this den of obscuity with passion, well penned, a good read.