I am prepared to spill all my thoughts, emotions, hopes, dreams, and the likelihood of how I will die alone surrounded by cats that find my human flesh particularly exquisite in taste, onto this blog. I haven't even considered blogging since I figured it had been choked out by other mass media websites. The last time I ever blogged was when I was in grade seven; my teacher wanted us to create a Blogger page and allow us to post useless hopes and dreams a feeble minded grade seven child would ever dream. Funny how my dreams have changed since then, I thought I'd grow up to become a warrior of fantastic lands: praised by the people as a hero. A beautiful maiden with flowing blonde hair that every man fell to their knees for. Instead I've become a slightly obese wannabe horror author with a passion for video games and pizza.
And of course with obesity and reality comes a great vale of depression of which I have come to tame as a pet, using it to pour into my macabre writing. I find that writing books, short stories, and awful poetry helps me raise the vale of depression from my head 0.0000000000000001 millimeter at a time. I also, of course, hide the depressed side of me from the people around me. School especially. I play the quirky, random, and child-that-possibly-has-ADHD girl that excels in the arts. An act that has fooled many from that little daydreaming grade seven all the way to my current (and still daydreaming) grade ten high school student with average and below average grades. So with that introduction, I hope, if anyone stumbles upon this ancient site called "Blogger" they may be intrigued with my day-to-day activities as a 15 year old depressed author.
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