How is it that every time I want to write out my thoughts, my thoughts escape me? Even now, I can barely think out enough words to write this down.
My birthday is coming up. Not many people know, but it is. I have a prediction. When my birthday rolls around, not one sticky note will be on my locker wishing me a happy birthday. How do I know? Because no one at school knows my birthday.
This is a prime example of me being a shadow, as aforementioned. You see the spotlights lockers, and they'll have twenty sticky notes covering their locker door all day–with everyone wishing them a happy birthday every time class transitions start up.
Life is something very odd isn't it? It spits you out into the world, rips and tears and shreds and breaks you, and then it takes you away from the world. As a child, you see the world as a dream-maker, as a teenager you find life repetitive and useless, young adults find life stressful and hide its difficulty with parties and young love, adults find life complete and are content. For you see, James Barrie wrote many great quotes in Peter Pan, but I know one that is absolutely amazing:
"In time, it lost its succulence, and became as hard as stone."
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From Thoughts to Paper
Short StoryPretty much my diary from the beginning of the school year. May be relatable. You'll have to read to know that... Disclaimer: Don't read if you like happy! Because barely any of it is
