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...So, I'm just going to make this title that I couldn't think of about a title I couldn't think of. xD
How's everyone chillin'? As far as the last journal entry, it was an epic fail feedback-wise. LOL But you all know I always love to hear your insight, so please respond.
Recently, I've been discovering my artistic abilities through anime/manga drawings. So far, with each drawing, I am slowly getting better. I'm really pleased with some of the most recent drawings. I know you're all very talented with these, so any help is greatly appreciated. Anyways, I look forward to hearing back from everyone! Stop being such strangers!
Sincerely,
-God
P.S. - If anyone can think of a band name, please help! Thanks.
How's everyone chillin'? As far as the last journal entry, it was an epic fail feedback-wise. LOL But you all know I always love to hear your insight, so please respond.
Recently, I've been discovering my artistic abilities through anime/manga drawings. So far, with each drawing, I am slowly getting better. I'm really pleased with some of the most recent drawings. I know you're all very talented with these, so any help is greatly appreciated. Anyways, I look forward to hearing back from everyone! Stop being such strangers!
Sincerely,
-God
P.S. - If anyone can think of a band name, please help! Thanks.
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What is this? A journal?
4 min read
Hmm. A journal entry. I've personally never been great with these speaking publicly, and this will probably become a timelined autobiography, but hey, let's get it out there to get it out there, shall we?
For everyone who might at some point read this amongst future entries on your stay on this beautiful Earth, I recommend you braise yourselves. My life is unfortunately complicated, sometimes humiliating, and quite depressing. At many points of my life, sudden changes can occur, and everything starts to head the opposite direction. I will speak my mind, and assure you that what I say is honest and unique to myself.
My name's Kyle, but you can call me Spitty -Imagines a therapy group sitting in a circle- "Hellooo Spittty."
I am, in the greatest extent of the word, a 16 year old outcast. I was born in Pordenone, Italy (Say that, you Amerr-eekhuns!) and raised in numerous parts of the fantastic US of A, therefore, childhood friends has never been an option, but more of temporary colleagues. (Didn't I tell you this would become an autobiography? DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU!) I hate to be the one to admit this about myself, but, seeing as there is no one here to say it for me, I am quite intelligent. A recent Intelligence Quotient test confirms I have an IQ of over 140. In perspective, the average IQ is 100. However, education has always been an issue for me. You see, I suffer from a sickness called "Social Anxiety". Everyday average talking can be difficult for me. I may stutter a lot, twitch, and my hands are always shaking without control, and unfortunately will be for the rest of my life. Now, this sickness has led me to drop out of high school and get my GED, and continue on with life.
But where do I go now?
I used to be an extremely miserable person. I masked this with personality, charisma and humor. Suicide has threatened my life in the past. However, writing has always been a great way to release what I truthfully think (contrary to it's previous reputation, which is acting like someone you're not), and makes me prefer it over reality. Taking this into consideration, it's no surprise my miracle drug found me through these means.
I know exactly where to go now.
Today is Monday, July 12, 2010. The time is 8:07 PM Mountain Time. Today, I'm pretty dang bored. Today, I was able to talk to my guiding light for no more than 30 minutes. Today, my hair does not cooperate, and my eyes are droopy and bothersome. But today, I am happy. Everything here, all the little, negative, nagging details no longer bother me. Some people often refer to the meaning of life as death. They are correct. But it's only correct for them, as the true meaning of life is to make life what you want. The meaning of life is your own. So, in this position, I shall say that MY meaning of life is to forget about my past, forget about all of my minor troubles and worries, and follow the path fate has thrown at you for the better. I'm not an incredibly lucky person most of the time, but with what has been given to me, I am quite possibly the luckiest person on this Earth. I will happily follow this path to death. I no longer wear a mask, as the image has been burnt onto my skin. Although painful, the process was worth it in the end.
Here you are asking yourself, "What could be the cause of this sudden change of direction in life, and how you think?" Well, people don't get it. There is ALWAYS something out there stronger then you could possibly imagine. Something that made me forget my anxiety, my issues, my dark side of life.
The answer?
Love.
So, my fellow artists, as you live your lives through these days, I urge you to live as if everything was alright. Think through love, logic and understand, not through anger and depression. I highly suggest you focus on the brighter side.
Until my next entry, where I can begin just rambling on about things these journals are actually used for
, I wish you all the best.
Sincerely,
-Spitty
For everyone who might at some point read this amongst future entries on your stay on this beautiful Earth, I recommend you braise yourselves. My life is unfortunately complicated, sometimes humiliating, and quite depressing. At many points of my life, sudden changes can occur, and everything starts to head the opposite direction. I will speak my mind, and assure you that what I say is honest and unique to myself.
My name's Kyle, but you can call me Spitty -Imagines a therapy group sitting in a circle- "Hellooo Spittty."
I am, in the greatest extent of the word, a 16 year old outcast. I was born in Pordenone, Italy (Say that, you Amerr-eekhuns!) and raised in numerous parts of the fantastic US of A, therefore, childhood friends has never been an option, but more of temporary colleagues. (Didn't I tell you this would become an autobiography? DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU!) I hate to be the one to admit this about myself, but, seeing as there is no one here to say it for me, I am quite intelligent. A recent Intelligence Quotient test confirms I have an IQ of over 140. In perspective, the average IQ is 100. However, education has always been an issue for me. You see, I suffer from a sickness called "Social Anxiety". Everyday average talking can be difficult for me. I may stutter a lot, twitch, and my hands are always shaking without control, and unfortunately will be for the rest of my life. Now, this sickness has led me to drop out of high school and get my GED, and continue on with life.But where do I go now?
I used to be an extremely miserable person. I masked this with personality, charisma and humor. Suicide has threatened my life in the past. However, writing has always been a great way to release what I truthfully think (contrary to it's previous reputation, which is acting like someone you're not), and makes me prefer it over reality. Taking this into consideration, it's no surprise my miracle drug found me through these means.
I know exactly where to go now.
Today is Monday, July 12, 2010. The time is 8:07 PM Mountain Time. Today, I'm pretty dang bored. Today, I was able to talk to my guiding light for no more than 30 minutes. Today, my hair does not cooperate, and my eyes are droopy and bothersome. But today, I am happy. Everything here, all the little, negative, nagging details no longer bother me. Some people often refer to the meaning of life as death. They are correct. But it's only correct for them, as the true meaning of life is to make life what you want. The meaning of life is your own. So, in this position, I shall say that MY meaning of life is to forget about my past, forget about all of my minor troubles and worries, and follow the path fate has thrown at you for the better. I'm not an incredibly lucky person most of the time, but with what has been given to me, I am quite possibly the luckiest person on this Earth. I will happily follow this path to death. I no longer wear a mask, as the image has been burnt onto my skin. Although painful, the process was worth it in the end.
Here you are asking yourself, "What could be the cause of this sudden change of direction in life, and how you think?" Well, people don't get it. There is ALWAYS something out there stronger then you could possibly imagine. Something that made me forget my anxiety, my issues, my dark side of life.
The answer?
Love.
So, my fellow artists, as you live your lives through these days, I urge you to live as if everything was alright. Think through love, logic and understand, not through anger and depression. I highly suggest you focus on the brighter side.
Until my next entry, where I can begin just rambling on about things these journals are actually used for
, I wish you all the best.Sincerely,
-Spitty
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