(A/N: on the cover is Tyler. The picture above is an early drawling of him)
Dear Journal,
Hi, my names Tyler. Please don't talk to me. Nothing against you, I just don't like socialization. In fact, it terrifies me. If I could just stay in my room, Listening to Fall Down Alien and ordering band merch from Burning Subject online, I'd be so fucking happy.
But, sadly enough, I can't. Well, according to my Shrink I can't. He says I need to be a "Functioning Member of society" whatever that is. Actually, I know what it is, but I just don't think I can be one after My Hazardous Attraction split up.
Anyway, I honestly don't feel I should have to write in you, but my afore mentioned shrink said I have social anxiety and am "much too cynical for my own good." So he made me keep a journal to write my feelings down in, that way I don't vocalize them and make my teacher cry again.
I'm still gonna vocalize them though. Well, I guess should tell you some about my home life, huh? There's not much to tell. My dad David is a Human Hunter. He's obsessed with proving humans are real (even though they're not..)
It all started before I was born. He though he saw a human aircraft crash down and has sense devoted his life to proving he's not crazy.
My mom, Susan, met him at a Human Hunters convention. She claimed she was abducted by them when she was 10 and that they took her to a place called "Area 51" and experimented on her. Crazy at tracks crazy, and five years later, I was born. 9 years later, my sister Samantha followed.
Im 17, she's 8. We live in Rosfield New Nebula, in the United Nations of Glagatical, on the planet Nerdulan. Just down the street from my best friend Josh.
Josh is a cool guy. He's way into art and trying too hard to not try at all. I've known him sense like, forever. We go to Dwarf Star High, and we are what you would consider the outcasts. We're not really picked on, but people definitely given weird sideways looks in the hall. I think aliens think were dating, and that's fine with me, cause Josh HOT.
HOLLY CRAP, IS IT REALLY 4:00 IN THE MORNING?! shit, I have school tomorrow. Talk later I guess.
Yours truly, with Cynicism,
Tyler Asteroid.
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Tyler the Teenage Alien
Science Fiction"Hi, my names Tyler. Please don't talk to me" Tyler is a Teenage Alien who (according to his shrink) has social anxiety and is "too cynical for his own good." So, now he's forced to write in this dumb diary- I MEAN- journal. Read along, as he deals...
