Ok... this is entry log numbraro-or however you say "number" in Spanish-1... Do I really have to do this?
Distant female voice: yes, just keep going, you're doing fine.
uhh... ok, fine, cane you leave the room then, you're making me nerves... ok she's gone. So, as I was saying, this is my first entry log in this uh... war, I guess. guess I should start with how I got in this situation.
It all started with a normal morning, with my chocolate milk, and a game of mass effect 3. suddenly, my mom got home early from work, and... long story short, her reason did not make my dad happy. It got ugly, and I had to remove myself from the situation.
I was on the roof when it all happened. some bully's from school showed up-not getting the hint from last time- and wanted payback. I didn't even see the knife before it was to late. Believe it or not, I was saved by the one per-... well, I guess she is considered a person, that could only show up in a dream. She-and other people-seemed to like my knowledge of fictions, enough to lead a war, believe it or not.
I wish all my friends from school could see me now, they would not believe what is buckled on my belt right now, or what I could do... but I don't think I'm allowed to, for reasons most would understand.
Sooo... I guess that's it, that's how I got my self into this mess... *sigh* after what I have been through, this is truly going to be a war between fictions.
March, 2024
"Spring brings hope of love in a person's life."
When I close my eyes, these words still echo in ears. I remember them as if I've heard it yesterday.
I never wanted to trust these words,
I never wanted to fall for her,
I was okay with the way I was,
But....she happened.
And I don't regret it.
It's been two years now, I'm getting back to my routine after 'that' incident and a re-start is never easy.
I can't remember myself in what state I was for the past two years. Was I eating right? was I doing fine? Or was I sleeping on time? I don't even remember myself talking to anyone.
All I could do was sleep to deny the reality, in a hope, and if it's a dream, it will end soon.
With a lot of reluctance, I got up to get ready for the university as they said that getting endulged in work will make me feel better. But how can I grow past those memories when I am getting to the same place where 'it' all had started and ended.
When people leave, they leave their living impressions even on lifeless objects, and it's every corner will only remind them of those from which I'm trying to escape.
As soon as I entered the university premises, I started getting deep into the trail of old times, when the Batch 2021-22 struck my mind, along with a name that had fluttered my whole life.
Hi, I am Nazareth Salvador, and this is my story.