me, myself, and my story

This is Me

        As you can probally see I've tried to write other stories before. Haven't thouched them in years. Maybe they were good maybe they wern't. I know I lost intrest in them. No thats not true I didn't think I ould finish them, scarred that the stories wouldn't be perfect and go exactly as I'd planned them. So I stopped. Now I'm starting again with something that I can't imagine, and something that I can't make up. 

        So hello, I'm not going to say my name because I don't know who I am anymore. So heres the deal throught this I'm going to ask you to do some things . Things that may be hard, things that you may not wana do, and things you may not want to face. Of coarse I can't make you do these thing, can't make you ask my questions. But let me ask you this: who am I, how old am I, whats my gender, how tall am I, what skin color am I, what color are my eyes, why am I writting this. At the end of this I want to see if anyone can answer these questions questions.  In the mean time before you know anything I want you to comment my name, age, gender, and why I'm writting this. I want you to tell me who I am. And I beg of you to get crazy with it, nothing is to far fetched. Perhaps I'm a transfer student from Hogwarts, or maybe I got tired of a life on the sea hunting gold, and fiddleing on my deck. 

Got it written down? Good, lets begin. My first memory is of a dream. I dreamt of myself as a baby. Crawling around ya know doing baby things. Its not so much the dream I rember but after when I woke up. To this day it has puzzled me as to weather or not what I had dreamed was simply that a dream or if it perhaps it was a memory. In the dream it felt like I was watching a movie but I knew it was about myself. It was as if I had pressed the double arrows on the remote that is my life. It happend so fast and then I woke up. I have no earlier memories except for that. So at today the way I rember it, it felt like i woke up in a random body. Today and I know for many tomorrows I'm going to be pondering this question. Was that "Dream" just a dream or was it a memory. Maybe the fact that I put dream in quotations means I've already made up my mind. 

       Do you ever have those moment where you watch a sad movie and you cry for like two minutes and then you feel calm,  then BAM! You feel inspired and could go run a marathon, you could be the next american idol. You feel ontop of the world and you can see yourself going so many places.  wonder what thats called. I have those all the time not just the crying thing, but also emotions that I can't describe. Like going to school after something truely amazing? stupendious? No thats not it. Perhaps Amazeballs. No still not right. You can naver truely find the right word. This has beem a problem since man could speak and write. No matter how many words we aquire in how ever many lanquages it never seems to be enough. I have only ever heard of one person solveing this. Perhaps you know him. Anyone know William Shakespeare. A truly great man if there wasn't a word for what he felt or needed to desqribe he just made one up. So thats what we're going to do. I want you to create words for tings you can't describe. Comment the word and it's defination. Also this book need a cover any idea's?

     We all have a story. Some long tales of woe other short stories but all important and all part of a bigger picture.