That's 16, almost 17 years, in my life.
Y'know, I think we were dealt a bullshit hand in life. A lot of us are. But sometimes, like in poker, the worst hand could somehow end up being the best in the end. Or maybe I grew up with cheating bastards when learning to play poker. I mainly lost, but maybe I shouldn't have played with Pizza Hut coupons. Anyways. I'm no Forrest Gump sitting on the bench, but it feels like it, being able to tell my story so far to anyone who's willing to stay and read a while. I've never been able to get this off my chest. Well, not all of it. And I never will get all of it out. There's a lot I've left behind, like some traumas, and I never did tell you about my stepdad like I said I would, but his bright cheerful personality would speak for him if you met him. It's so weird writing a biography. And on fucking Wattpad too. The cringiest place to write stories other than your old Motorola on the Notes app, writing about Tails fanfiction. 10 year old me had the brain of a koala. I guess Forrest is right. Life's like a box of chocolates. You never know what you might get. Some of it could be spoiled, some could be too sweet to be true, some could be absolutely perfect until you get that bitter aftertaste. But hey, nobody said that the chocolate would all be good. Some has caramel in it. Fucking caramel! That can't be good, right?
What I'm saying is this. Life isn't perfect. It never is. It never will be. For anyone. And that's alright with me. I believe imperfections are beautiful. Yeah, my childhood kinda sucked, teenage years still suck, and hey, adulthood might suck too. But just because life slams a door in your face, it doesn't mean you can't say "Screw you", and go open up a new door that you created yourself. Bad times come, but it's up to you to let the good times roll. So, you have a can of gas and you're standing in a flame. You either douse yourself in the gas, making the flame engulf you entirely, or you put it down and walk out. It's up to you. You choose your path.
"Hell I don’t think most adults see a point yet either. Or maybe… we make our own point."
Well, I can't think of a nice little send off quote aside from what my friend told me. However, I will relay it to you. And as always:
Whatever.
YOU ARE READING
Everything And Nonsense
No FicciónThis isn't based on real life, this IS real life. At least, mine anyway. Mom always said I should write books. So, there you go. My life's a book on a shitty fanfic website because I don't know where else I belong.
