Dear Journal,
I had to see my therapist today. He wanted to read you, I told him that defeated the purpose of a journal. How can I be honest inside of it if someone's reading it?
He claimed I had a fair point and dropped the topic. We talked about school and how I was feeling. I told him I was just fine, getting better actually! Of course, he didn't buy it.
He said I needed to be more open with him, and try to make more friends and talk to more people. I told him he was the crazy one here if he thought I was going to be more social.
But, naturally, the moment Josh found out he wanted to take me out.
"Where you wanna go? Park? Lunch? Mall? I'll take you to Stargallups if ya want." He said. His face hologram was kinda fuzzy in my Communicational Automatic Telegram, or CAT for shot. I had shit signal.
"Honestly Josh, I would love to just hang out and listen to music. I can give you another drum lesson if you want." I offered. "Park it is!" He said, hanging up. I sighed and got ready, putting on my new beanie on.
There was a sticky note on it. "You owe me 20Gs + interest. -Sam." I should have known she wouldn't have just been nice to me.
Josh picked me up, smiling. "You're hairs blue and black now." I noted. "I dyed it." He smirked, wrapping his arm around me and leading me to his hover craft.
The entire time we were at the park, he played this new game on his CAT. its called Gnasher Cather Go. Ganashers are these fictional creatures that come in all shapes and forms with special abilities. You can fight them, raise them and train them.
Its an ARG. You walk around with you're hologram projector out and hunt for hem digitally. It's alright though. It gave me some inspiration for a new song.
Yours, Tyler.
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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...
