Thoughts

Prologue (And a bit more)

A lot of people wont understand the significance of 28 September. For almost all of the seven billion plus people on earth, it's one day out of 365(Or 366 on leap years) and just another part of the daily grind. 

But for me, and a few others, it was a day that shall live forever. 

I guess this is my attempt to write down my feelings about the day, my memories, and reflection of the person I've become over the past half decade.

First things first:  Fuck I'm old.

Like holy shit, the thing that I would consider one of the high points in my generally miserable life, happened a half decade ago. I realize that time moves in a linear manner, but Jesus Fuck time flies.

Second: This isn't an accurate representation of the day, I don't think anything can be. There were hundreds of different perspectives, and as time goes on, those perspectives change, and shit gets fucked up. By concussions, falling outs, and just decay. I realize that what I may be remembering could be completely false. But for me at least, in this moment, everything is real. 

Third: I don't want this to come off as rude, but if you don't wanna hear some real fucked up shit about my life over the past few years, this is your cue to leave. This will be incredibly personal, and hopefully not  so depressing that you  actually want to fucking kill yourself. Though, I will admit, my inability to speak English without using the word "fuck" as a noun, verb, and adjective is off putting to most. I'll try to keep it to a fucking minimum but sometimes fucking shits fucked.

I guess this is where I start, at the beginning of my sixth grade year. 

So strap the fuck in, grab some Smirnoff and lets get fucking depressed.