My Stupid Obsession
I have an alter ego. An alias. I refuse to tell anyone what it is
because I think I may need it one day. Why? Because I actually
believe in superpowers.
Yeah. I know. It's stupid.
Impossible.
But I do. And I'm so scared of the day I finally realize I'm
growing up, because when that happens, maybe I'll finally
understand that they
don't freaking exist.
And when that day comes, I'll fall into a deep depression. Deeper
than any depression I have ever been in.
How could I have been so stupid? I actually let myself believe
this sh/t. Why? Godd/mmit why?
I hate this.
But I don't have a choice.
This started with that stupid TV Show. She showed up and ruined
my entire life.
No.
She saved me. She gave me hope. She is the only reason I'm alive
today. And for what? To
lead me to my depressing demise.
But she took my life away. She took me away. Or did she help me
discover who I was?
I have to keep watching the show to find all the
answers, right?
Because what
else can
give me any closure?
January 16, 2006. Cancelled
What
do you guys think? Should I go on with the story? I was thinking
of making it a sort of mystery thing, but I don't know. At least
5-10 likes and I'll do it. :3