Where do I start? (1.0.0)

You might know me. You might not. Throughout my short life I have experienced many things: Birth, Death, Divorce, Bullying. You get what I mean.

But that is not the point of this post. I wanted to do something that I have never thought possible: freely expressing my opinions into the world without being worried of who might see it. Because like I said before: you might know me, or you might not. I have always been pessimistic about sharing my thoughts about a topic or relating to someone or something because I have always thought that people see me as some weird alien who’s life is too desolate and boring to even think about. I’m not denying that it isn’t, because it’s true. I don’t own a lot of nice things and the only thing that I can look forward to is my future, which I hope stays bright.

People like to use me because of this, I believe. In school, many kids will ask me for the answers to something or they will ask me what my scores are. It’s always a competition, and since I don’t know how to decline them, I do it sometimes. I know I shouldn’t but it’s hard when you want to be able to maintain good relationships with people, even though you aren’t close.

I’m scared for myself because I don’t know who I am and what I want to do in life. I have some ideas, but I don’t know which ones would lead to a successful path for me. It’s scary sometimes because I’m afraid of a life where I do much less than I do now (which isn’t very much).

I don’t have much of an outro, but I’m sure I’ll come up with one soon.

> See you soon, Potato Chips


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