I'm a reader by nature but occasionally I get some inspiration and I keep writing until I'm out of steam. As you can see below, my attention span is pretty much that of a fish. I blame procrastination. And food. And occasionally this terrible disease called laziness. 

Anyhow, I'm just your average senior in high school, but it's weird to be old. I feel as if my childhood has slipped through my fingers like minuscule grains of sand slipping through an hourglass - freely flowing, and ever running out as the sand at the top begins to empty yet fill up once again at the bottom of this strange apparatus. And when I look back and see the things I have missed I think, "Where has all my time gone?" At that moment I hear a tiny crack in my heart, for I know that childhood will never come back, yet I still feel hope for the future. You never stop being a child unless you let yourself become an adult. That is what I believe.

And there you have it. Wisdom at its finest. Or perhaps just the rambling of a teenager with nothing better to do. However you see it, I hope you like these words of mine and see it as a preview of what you might see in my writings below. I really do hope you enjoy them though.

Have a spectacular day. :)
  • JoinedJanuary 13, 2011

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