Sad But True

-Ahem-

Yeah, well, you all know about how life has its ups and downs, right? For some twisted reason, that I have yet to pinpoint, the happy days never seem to last. Now, I've been thinking. This could just be me, right? I mean, it's not like I'm starving to death or anything. It's not like life is actually hard on me. However, why do I keep on looking only at the downside of things? I should be happy, right? Things have been going ok for me. I mean, there's no more trouble with my friends, college is starting as well, so I won't have to hear my dear parents nagging all day long (just for the few hours I'll be spending at home), japanese classes are starting as well. Yes, life has been finally getting back on the right track.

So why the FUCK am I still feeling down? Is it because of the pressure? It could be. But it's not! I'll tell you why I'm feeling down. CRAZY GIRLS HITTING ON ME AND NOT BACKING DOWN CAUSE I'M TOO MUCH OF A COWARD TO TELL THEM "I DON'T LIKE YOU" IN THEIR FACE IS WHAT'S BEEN MAKING ME FEEL DOWN! God, when did I lose my ability to not care about other people? (Actually was that ability ever mine, in the first place?). And being the idiot that I am, I can't keep my mouth shut and not act like I kinda care about her either. I don't know what that means really about me. That I'm a coward? That I enjoy the attention I'm getting from her even if I can't really do the same thing back? Perhaps both... But whatever it is I'm doing, I really need to put an end to it. People are starting to tell me I'm becoming a better person lately. ME! A good person! A caring person! I mean, I spent years, trying to create the image of an evil person. Or at least a neutral one... And it's not like I really am a bad person (I think)... Whatever!Agh... I don't like this situation one bit. Problem is, I'm the one who created it and I'm the ONLY ONE who can get me out of there. So it's pretty pointless of me to nag about it. Actually, no, it's not... I feel better already. God, I should have started a blog ages ago... Anyways

In other news, my Metallica addiction came back, stronger than ever, making me bang my head like an idiot when I'm home alone (like : now) and listening to their live album I just downloaded. Here is a small gift (I hope this works, Irene does it all the time) At least Metallica always make me feel better.


Anyways... I promised some of my stories in the last post, so being a man of my word, here is one...

-You Know Anna…I can’t really remember how long I’ve been here

- So what? Don’t tell me you want to leave, huh?

-... It’s just that… Don’t you ever feel regret?

-…No. I don’t. And I don’t like this conversation either. I’m going back

-Anna…

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The boy scratched the back of his head and opened his eyes. That dream again, huh? He asked himself as he pulled the sheets and got up, tiredly. He looked around at the mess that he called his home. It was in fact, a rather peculiar home, or at least that’s what we would say if we saw it. First of all the whole place was made from huge branches of trees, tied together with each other, creating the floor and walls, the way they bent and twisted. As if someone with tremendous strength had caught the branches of a huge tree and had created the house. Then there was the roof… That was a magnificent piece of work. The roof was a circular glass, which had smaller branches running over it, creating fascinating designs, twisting and turning and making the morning shadows play in Kieran’s eyes. Our hero, however, did not pay much attention to those things. He simply looked up at the sky, at the dawning sun and the wandering clouds and sighed. He looked at the back of his palm, to the weird shaped tattoo the masters had given him. It had shrank even more… He closed his eyes for a minute and muttered a few words, before opening them again. They were shining with a light blue aura and he looked at the tattoo again. He averted his eyes and closed them, making a grimace, as if he had seen something horrible…The aura disappeared from his eyes and he entered the bathroom for his morning routine…

Yeah... so, see you next week three people who read this...