The Truth Shall Set You Free

The Entries

April 1, 2019

This is the first time that I decided to open up this journal. What am I supposed to do with you?

Write poetry?

Songs?

Feelings?

I dunno, it was a gift from my grandma for my birthday. I don't even write. This kind of thing is stupid. I never enjoyed reading or writing. I mean, I have better things to do with my life. 

I am just doing this because my grandma is in the other room, and I want her to see that I like her gift and all. I just wish that you were a gift card or something.

Whatever.

April 5, 2019

Why am I writing this again? It was a crappy day, and I guess that I needed someone to talk to. 

Am I really talking with someone, or am I just writing things down just because? 

My mom and dad put so much pressure on me to do better in school. They just do not understand that I would instead do something greater in my life. Yes, I want to play at college. Yes, I want to make it to the big leagues, but does that necessarily mean that is me?

Whoa, that is the first time actually saying it. Do I really want to play sports for the rest of my life? Or do I want to just do what I want to do?

What is it that I want to do actually?

May 14, 2019

I have been writing in this journal every day since I got real with myself. It is so weird because after I realized that I did not want to play sports anymore and pursue something better, I feel more confident. I know that my parents see it too, and it has moved its way onto the field too. 

Which doesn't help? Because I don't want to play sports anymore. I want to be a comic book artist. 

That should be my legacy, not pummeling myself for money.

June 20, 2019

Jean and I talked about me quitting sports. I told her that I wanted to be a comic book artist. Instead of going to the same school, I want to go to art school. 

She said that she would support me no matter what. That really helps because if she has my back, it won't be as scary going up against my parents. 

I need to remind myself to thank grandma later. How did I not know that this journal would help me more than I thought when I first got it. 

July 22, 2019

Today is the day that I am going to tell my parents I hate sports. That I want nothing to do with them anymore and that I want to follow my dreams.

When my sister fell out of their perfect plan, they cried. 

If I made my mom cry, I think I would cry. 

Here goes nothing.

July 23, 2019 

They said yes.