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The events of the world calendar are easy to talk about and to behold. It holds no weight how a day should be called a Sunday and that we worship fervently on that day. It makes no sense, right. I am usually fond of conspiracy theories, how wars started and the theories about aliens. Really creatures from other celestial bodies .I'm a believer, i believe aliens exist. The universe is too damn huge to count that away. Its a very huge possibility that can't just be cut out and not talked about. I guess it would be better to be ignorant. I heard ignorance is blissful, like a mini orgasm.

My name is Will, James Will.

I am claustrophobic and hate narrow spaces, they give me creeps and shivers, after all i am not feline looking to fit my not so flexible body into every damn nook and cranny i see.

I also hate bathrooms(they are crazy death chambers), i remember vividly(something that i couldn't help after being diagnosed with a brain disorder that made me form memories that were as clear as day) memories about every damn thing, even shagging that lonely pensioner who lived across the street, i remember that wrinkled stuff banging up on my torso.

I lost my brother at an early age to a bathroom incident. Really loved taking cold morning showers, so one day he had gone too hard on those slippery tiles and hit his head. We could have found him if we were awake at that time but the damn morning time made sure we would find him dead much later, lying in a pool of his own blood.

So i do not take showers too often, not even that much. I'm afraid that am gonna die, hit my beautiful head on the floor. I'm not implying that am the most handsome guy, i do not look too bad, though i have an overbite and a few crooked lower teeth. I think am cute but i have very low self esteem at times, it hurts a lot but that is my life. Am not going to kill myself neither am i going to complain.

One day i hope to live a dream. Sometimes i think am a superhero:SIMON MAN

PS. Most Personal Tale

I look at the piece of paper smiling and a bit tearful feeling quite pleased with myself. Surely this was enough to get me into the forum. I had been scanning for ideas lately, wanting to write a block buster of a novel but running out of ideas decided to come up with something so simple. I had this gut feeling that the job was done. The judges would marvel at this. Then i would be flying high.

Do you all get that feeling of wanting to be better, wanting to rise above societal norms, and do something great. Yeah this is what life was all about but most of us would rather pee in our pants than do it. I thought i had seen it all, seen how some of us are unwilling to make a step until a certain girl, my friend of sorts said that she would rather die than shoot her shot to a guy she fancies. Hey there surely am blowing things out of proportion, i gave up when she said that she would do nothing to get the guy. Like come on, i need you to talk to me, because you are too beautiful.

This had really pushed me to be better and to achieve some fucking dreams. I wouldn't want to be cuckold and dreamless, regretting, all my dreams laid to waste.

These thoughts just keep crashing constantly in my mind, am a born over thinker after all.

It takes a moment for me to get a grasp at reality and move. I look at my watch which is too tight on my wrist, chafing my skin badly.

I have to get a new one, i make a mental note. Mental notes that just mean nothing because i will throw them away at a whim and do something else, my mind operates at such, maybe its ADHD or something i just misplace my attention sometimes.

Its 7:49 on the led dial that lights up uselessly, its day time. Like the dial isn't helping while being completely wiped out by the solar rays, yeah those cosmic light rays from earths sun.