Anybody read ‘Message in a Bottle,’ by Nicholas Sparks? Amazing book. All about messages in a bottles that are put out to sea. Coincidence. Well, no. His wife died and he misses her so much and he starts to write messages to her and sends them out to sea (that’s where she died). I want to have someone I love so much that I can write something so beautiful and exhilirating and just, you know, show the whole world that I love that guy.
Hey, it’s like a reflex button.
“How are you?”
“Fine.”
Once in a while, someone asks you…”Really?” and you’re like, “No.”
Hehe.
Not so good.
I want to be able to put it out there you know:
“I AM IN A MAJOR CRISIS!!! MARS HAS JUST EXPLODED!”
A slight exaggeration, but hopefully you catch my gist.
Honesty is the best policy.
Hey, I’m a junior high kid. Don’t matter much. I still have those goals, those sights, man, those dreams and AMBITIONS. I wanna go some place that’ll live up to my name. I don’t want to go following colleges begging for entry, I want them to come begging for me. Honestly. I am a pretty good student, if I may say so myself. I deserve a little something, hopefully?
Well, I speak French, Korean and English. That’s bloody great. I took a Spanish course and two years later, well, amigos, it slipped. I still remember more than others, but come on, you don’t know a language until you know it, right?
So my mom is depressed. I mean, clinically depressed. Which puts the load on my family and I. Staying happy is hard. I put that bright smile on my face at school, but it’s hard. Really hard. As soon as I’m home, well, never mind that. I don’t want to be. At all. I just sort of want to disappear. Not die. Just disappear.
I want to see Venice, Rome, Florence, Maine…EVERYTHING!!! I’ve read about it often and I would die to go there.
Why? I want to prove to myself that if I can put my mind to something, well, I CAN do it. And I just feel like doing it.
