Sometimes Its True

The first one will show up a week from Friday. My old friend will be a part of it. I wonder what he will say about us, I hope it’s all good things. Our leader didn’t want him to say anything but that’s not his decision anymore. It’s probably for the best.

Someone’s gotta know about it. Otherwise our time is wasted. What’s the point of a story when nobody knows it?

I gotta say I kinda like it here. I mean it was weird at first and the new physics were weird but now they just seem magical, charming even.

It was hard to navigate. I crawled through the vents and struggled around the corners, Metaphorically of course.

I gotta say, it’s weird seeing through different colored eyes. Have you ever done that?

Don’t worry though. I’m getting used to it.

I’m getting to that age where everything is becoming serious. I have to worry about houses and jobs and cars and all those adult concepts. I want my job to be my hobby and my hobby to be my job. So What Now?

Yeah, yeah. I’ve asked that before but that was in different context, right? Besides, it’s been so long that you probably don’t even remember it. So, let me actually answer the question.

What Now?

Well, what did I do before this? Before things got ‘serious’. I didn’t do what people told me. I made sure not to because, well, people are stupid. I didn’t do what I thought I should do either. I made sure not to because, well, so am I. So I sat back, waited, waited and now I’m here. I did a couple things I wanted to do. Now, I’m in the position where I have to go:

‘Hey World, Look.’

And you know what? That’s sucky.

Every time I think of something important, it vanishes in a flash. It’s like a moment in time where it stays then disappears. I know something was there but its lost. Its like a hole in the ground and you don’t know when it got there but the dirt smells fresh. And you don’t know who dug it but there’s a shovel there.

Okay, I don’t have a picture for this one which I know is a bit unusual for what I’ve been doing so far. I’ll have one next time. Or the picture will be somewhere else ;).

Just keep looking, maybe we will find the hidden treasure. Or maybe it’s already been found by someone.

I don’t know if you’Ze noticed ut yet. The subtlety Betveen tones. The diffeRenc3 in style.

There’s tWo of us here. 2 people, 2D. Same thing riGht?

It’ll be so funny when you figure It out. Whhen he fi8ures it out. For now I just have us. No, not us. You and me, us.

I’m not bad, if that’s what you’re thinking. I didn’t do anything bad. As for me as a person. Who knows? I’m grey. In between bad and good. There’s no bad or good or good or bad. Everything’s just Grey.

Have you figured it out?

Hey ****,

How’re you doing? It’s weird that 10 years have passed. I thought I was younger than that. I don’t remember much about you being here but I think it sucks that you didn’t have a chance to redeem yourself.

Thats pretty much all I have to say.

At one point I really did love you. Now I just love the idea of you. I think it’s good that you died when you did because it made things less complicated. But no one should die like that.

So anyways,

See ya.

So you expected this to be something else. You expected something professional. A “Real Blog”. Why do you care though?

This isn’t professional. I think that’s pretty obvious, but what you don’t know is the real meaning behind it. You’ll never know that because it doesn’t truely matter. Because I haven’t made something out of this yet. There are some things that don’t matter but we put meaning to it anyway and why is that? Is it because the human soul is naturally lonely?

The other day I was walking down the street and absolutely nothing happened. Actually, I was driving in a car and it turns out the thrift shop was closed so we sat in a fast food parking lot and listened to cool songs and watched cars being stupid on the road.

Thats what this blog is all about. It isn’t some stupid informative blog or anything like that. If anything you’ll just learn incorrect things, but they’ll all be about me. So what’s the point to reading something like this? To be entertained? To be mortified? I don’t know, you’re the one reading not me.

Sometimes shitty things happen and we basically have absolutely no control over it. Other times we have total control over it because it just happens to be our fault.

Sometimes we can fix it and make up for it. Apologize, buy your friend a drink and earn the trust back. Other times they’ll never forgive you, they’re going to break your trust back.

I’ve been going through some rough shit, I think that’s painfully obvious, I also think it’s pretty fucking lame for me to be writing about it on an anonymous blog.

I want to save up for a really expensive camera that I don’t have any idea how to use and just fuck around. Why Not? Also, the other day I watched this pretty stupid show. I mean it was cheesy as fuck but the concept was pretty interesting. Basically this girl got bored or lonely for Christmas or something and wrote a whole notebook with clues and left it in a random spot for anyone to find. I’m not a girl and I’m not looking for a boyfriend but that idea alone just sounds like a lot of fun. There’s one risk though which is people just tearing it apart or throwing it away.

The real world is fucked, Whatcha Gonna Do?

Of course the show ends with her and a boy meeting each other after sending the notebook back and forth and getting together because yah know, its a cheesy Christmas show.

For as long as I’ve been alive, I have always loved cool mysteries and hidden rooms in houses and mystery people. If you can’t see a face, you can only judge based off of personality right?

I mean I have an anonymous blog, does that mean I want to be found or not?

The only thing you can judge me on is personality and well, spelling and grammar. I’m still learning, leave me be. Plus I know it looks pretty boring. Should I add a some sort of picture or something? What would spice it up? a shitty picture or a cool one.

I’ll put both, who cares?

The first one is of my ceiling which is the cleanest thing in my room and the second one is of some blurry lights.

Okay, so they’re both shitty pictures. Not like I made a pinky promise.

I’m gonna straight up just be honest here. I made this blog at like 3am on a Tuesday or Wednesday or whatever. Its not supposed to become a thing but I suspect it might.

Anyways, see yah next time I get too bored to just talk to actual humans.

Okay, first blog, right? It has to be ‘oh so special’ except it wont be. It’s not. It’s just a thing that I happen to do. A thing that you happen to be a part of. What is it about? No CLUE. Don’t try to tell me whats what because I still won’t know and I don’t care enough to figure it out. I know my website is bland. I know that I’m confused by it and I know that it really doesn’t matter. If you really want to continue reading and exploring then you will. That’s a fact. I won’t try to make you do this or do that. Basically, do what you want, at least try to have a bit of fun while you’re at it though.

Sometimes I take pictures. I put a couple of them on the front of my website. All of those are mine except for the drawing.

I have a secret twitter account. It has all of my drawings and pictures on it. It’s just to keep track of because I don’t have very good luck with phones.

It’s fun to have secrets but it also sucks. If you have too many secrets then who can you talk to when you don’t want them anymore? You can’t talk to all the people that you kept the secrets from because you kept secrets from them.

This is a picture I took by accident. A lot of people don’t believe that I took it, but I did. It’s a very zoomed in photo of the edge of my pocket. I took it by accident, but people don’t believe me.

I have an extremely hard time telling people about things going on in my life. Or about things that used to go on in my life. Or about things that I want to go on in my life. It causes a lot of problems. Just like secrets cause a lot of problems.

So anyways, I’m writing this story, well I’m writing a few stories. Here’s a few things about those stories:

• Two More Souls- A boy who is born with 3 souls (including his own), each with their own personality, goes out to solve a mystery about his dead mother and a purple gem that attaches to his sword. The souls help him through the story and he meets a series of weird characters on the way.
• Tragic Backstory- A group of kids all find their way to each other after their own tragic backstories. They live and survive together and make the most out of being free.
• Untitled- Two best friends accidentally fall through a portal into a different dimension and start to forget who they are. They must find their way out before they completely forget themselves.

Don’t worry, its okay if you didn’t read them. I have a lot of trouble focusing unless I’m under pressure. That’s when I focus best. I can’t really focus on stupid things or smart things or anything, but I can focus great when I’m under pressure.

I can’t believe that I’m kinda succeeding. I’m actually doing very good at working and becoming something. Writing things and sharing them helps me form into an actual being instead of just some loose idea floating around in space.