Do you ever have those days when you just wish that you can forget about your past and move on?
Well I do. I still remember . I remember the day it all started. The year, the month, the day, the hour, the minute and the second. To this day I don't even remember why I did it. Why I joined the group?
A part of me wishes that I didn't do it, it would have not have caused me all this physical andemotional pain, these scars and my frequent appearances on the news and not for the good reasons but for the bad but then there is a part of me that is glad that i did it.
This is my life. This is who I am I can't change what I did.
The Scars that I have prove that I am alive. It shows that I am Jason McCann and everybody should fear that name.
It shows that I have won the battles that I have been in. It's my identity and you can't change that.
I'm stuck in this crazy messed up situation. This messed up world. This messed up life.
If I could go back in time believe me I would, there are a lot of things that I would change and not do or do if I had the chance but everyone knows that timetravel is impossible, so I have to live with the fact that the mistakes that I have made I need to accept and move on but it's hard.
It's crazy. It's stupid. It's fucked up. Everything is fucked up, this world, this life, my mind, this situation, my group.
I'm sat here in this secluded room thinking about things and making my mind go crazy.
Nobody realises how I feel. Nobody, not even the group.
Not even Alex.
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Messed Up World
FanfictionJason McCann was the sweet innocent little 11 year old, who loved school, playing with his friends. He had a great family, a great mom, dad and brother. He had a typical American family. Who would want to spoil that? One day on Jason's 12th birthday...
