My Secret Public Journal [Peteky]

Entry #1: Nothing Seems As Pretty As The Past Though

My name is Mikey and this is my story, well, part of my story. I'm pretty sure most of you don't give a damn about my childhood, my experiences that led up to this story. No,you want to hear the dirt, the truth that are the rumours told in the back of your class. So, here is the truth, my truth. The whole truth and nothing but the truth is all I will share. And what better way to tell my story than on the Internet?

But before I tell my story, I must say that this one is not the prettiest, the kindest, or the picture perfect world our childhood Disney movies had us believe. No, my story is much darker, much more depressing, but at the same time, perfect within all the little mishaps and imperfections.

Yeah, I'm the boy you've been hearing about, the one thing you can't live without hearing through whispers. Yeah, I'm the boy you've been waiting to hear from, the one you want to listen to.

Now is when I'll speak up. I'll have you down on your knees at the sound of my words. I'll have you begging for more.

You probably thought I wouldn't get this far. You probably thought I'd be found dead in my carbon minoxide filled car. You probably thought I'd never escape, that I'd be a slave to those dark spaces.

But you don't know how hard I fought to survive, just so I could live alone when you tore me down with your words that made me want to die. You don't know about this life I've led, all these tears I shed.

So, this is it. You will listen to me for once. I will be heard and the torn person I was will be put back in place.

This is my story, the one that I know, the truth.

Welcome to the beginning, my beginning.