The more I look around, the more I am finding out that all the personality traits I once saw in myself as original are actually just trends I must have picked up on subconsciously. That, sadly, growing up is just realizing you fit into a box, with many other people, and that in that box you are not original and there will always be someone better. I am just a dull black sharpie in a box of bright unused ones, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still have something yet to offer. I just hope I can think of it before I run out of ink.
This is my experiment, to write something and send it off into the Internet which is basically everywhere, yet I doubt many people will ever read this. Everything on here is unedited crap that comes out of my mind right before bed. I don’t care if I regret half the stuff I say, or if it’s no good. This is my experiment.