Warning: Melencholic mood.
Mmm...
I haven't really written like this, on the spur of the moment, in a long time.
Currently, I'm in my World History II class. Everyone else is talking like there's no tomorrow...free time. How boring. It's kind of lonley here, since I don't have any friends in this class. Everyone is either snobby, normal or a football player. Guess I'm just the fish out of water here.
I can't think of any good stories as of late. My mind is at a blank...although, I could just write about things that happen to me in my life and label it 'fiction', even though it's really not. I've written enough memories down, so why not more? What's with me, anyway? I'm so...weird.
...well, I am classified as a 'retard', so why can't I be 'weird' too?
You heard me. I'm classified as medically retarded. Guess that shatters every one of your thoughts about me, huh? You thought I was like all of you--just a normal anime/manga addict.
I'm not sure about posting this, but again, like I said, I don't really have much to write about. I'll post something eventually, and you'll all forget about this post. Meh. That's life.
Or will you really remember my confession? Will you care?
When I was four years old, a freak accident cracked my skull. I'm injured in more places you can count on one hand. When I say I'm messed up in the head, I'm not kidding.
So, what do you think of me now?
