February 14, 2006; 30 years before the Split
Dear Diary,
Ugh. Valentine's Day.
Another day of my parents constantly pestering me on getting a girlfriend.
I wanna tell them that I'm not interested in that kind of stuff, and that I want to focus on things like building my brain, but I also don't want to disappoint them. I can't disappoint them.
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Anyways, I've recently discovered that I'm now the 10th smartest person on the planet! And I'm only 6!
I honestly don't know why I'm able to learn things so fast. I've heard of photographic memory, but even that doesn't seem to describe my learning speed.
Just the other day, I only plucked a couple strings on a guitar, and in less than a minute, I could play a full song without a single mistake!
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Or, at least I would've if my fingers hadn't started bleeding. Guess my muscles don't get strong fast as well.
I've started making a couple theories on why I might be this way. One of them has something to do with the Swords of Creation.
I believe there might be a special connection between the swords and our bloodline, which allows the brain power of anybody in our family to be exponentially increased. My theory is that I was born with photographic memory, and along with the supposed boosting of my brain, the swords ended up strengthening my memory so much that I could learn anything in the blink of an eye!
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Though, then again, my parents have mentioned that I've been mentally maturing faster than any normal person as well, so maybe that theory needs some fine-tuning before I can come to any conclusions.
There's also the birthmark on my neck, of a white gardenias flower. It feels too accurate to the real thing to be normal.
And along with that, I swear sometimes I hear somebody talking to me when I'm staring in the mirror... but maybe that's just my imagination.
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Y'know, even if I was interested in things like girls, there's no girls that I've ever met that I've found attractive.
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Maybe it's because I'm like Issac and Dylan.
No, it's not that. I'm sure it's something else.
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Anyways, I need to go, my dad's calling me. Talk to you later!
Aww. He's still coming to terms with who he is! Don't worry Steve, you'll get there eventually.
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