note:
this story helps let people understand me more
i have added on descriptions, so this is basically a mirror of how i feel but may be described in a different person or another perspective?
win.ter
ˈwin(t)ər/
noun
1.
the coldest season of the year, in the northern hemisphere from December to February and in the southern hemisphere from June to August.
I desire to fulfill my life. Is it me--it's just the weather. I could feel cold air brushing against my arm; my skinny, bony arm. I shivered. It was about 7:37 PM. What the hell am I doing?! I was outside, waiting. I was thinking as I stared upon the street lights wondering to myself why exactly things feel so gone.
Gone
Gone
I was a curious boy, a boy who wanted to set adventure and seem outgoing. But, I, a dull boy am discouraged, I'm overwhelmed, my thoughts overflow me--I. Again. The wind blew, brushing my cold, tender face. The wind felt as if it was telling me something.
It was Winter, the coldest season of the year. In addition, the season seemed so monotone. What was the point of existing in a life to where you cease to put effort into yourself? That's the kind of things Winter days make you overthink about.
I wouldn't say I live the life of what I wished for. In fact, most people don't. Lots and lots of people want to create a career, or maybe inspire others, possibly invent something, maybe even music. Me? What do I do, I question myself. I love to think about everyone's opinion. I am a very open person, just sensitive.
Going to school sucks. You feel so sluggish, you tend to have eye bags staying up so late, even til' 3:00 AM just to get things done. Time passes by so slow while it's Winter. My grades have gone downhill, sadly. Ever since I have realized what reality is, it's truth has made me dreadful. I was desperate to seek other's opinions; exactly, what are their opinions on ANYTHING?! I, a curious boy, has started to--crap. I shouldn't be writing in school. I'll just recap what I'm doing.
I go to school. That was so stale, I meant I go to a middle school. I was in my fifth period, besides, the teacher has been out for the whole year, he's been super ill. I'm thirteen, I like sports such as football and wrestling. I've been trying hard to get good grades despite my laziness. And, I have nothing else to talk about school unless I mention my girlfriend and my friends. I mean, I'm not an introvert at all, just tired and can't think.
I overthink a lot.
