So here I am. A regular person. In a not so regular world. Writing. I believe to write about an actual something is a heck of a lot easier than writing about absolutely nothing at all, and yet here I am.
So for my birthday, what did my brother, a brilliant English major and writer from LMU get me? No, not Huck Finn… A journal. Challenging me to “just write” he claims. What does that even mean? Of course he couldn’t of just used his college student discount and get me a LMU hoodie or a scratch and sniff Twilight poster… but a journal? I was rather shocked. Even more hesitant…
But do you know what? This journal... my journal, is the best present anyone has ever given me… And I’ve had some rather good presents in my years. Like that life size piggy bank or that make-your-own hot choclate kit gathering dust in my cupboard. Expired I believe? 2004? hmm…
For this past month, I haven’t put my pen down. It keeps me sane in this crazy teenage life of mine. (we all go through it)
So thank you Robbie… For giving me this blanket to keep me warm, or this shield of sorts that seems to protect me from the only person who has the power to tear me apart… Myself.
Just a little warning… I will most likely rant about music, my two brothers, my friends, life in general, and the on and off issues we all face. Let’s not deny it! Thank you for reading… Hope I don’t bore you to tears:)
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