I know most people don't believe in the things I do. I know I'm crazy. I'm a complete nutter.
It's not my fault. Crazy is genetic. My Mum is absolutely insane. She's paranoid and insane and she just... She has this thing where she'll completely freak out and I end up having to pick up the pieces. Sometimes I think I'm the only mature one in this house. Somedays it's not so bad but every now and then I just can't handle it.
I hate today. Today is one of those days. One of those days where I just wish I could float away into space. Did you know that compared to the universe, we're pretty much insignificant? Yeah. It's true. I said it. I mean look at our solar system. Look at out planet. Compared to the universe, we're just a spec of dust. I mean even cockroaches can survive things that we can't. Is it because we're weak? Or is everything I just said completely false?
Thing is, I don't know. But I know someone who does.
July 12th, 2007
At school I've got no friends. I go to this fancy boarding school in the middle of nowhere. Trust me, you've never heard of it. Sadly this isn't one of those cool boarding schools, like in Harry Potter, or even a semi-entertaining one like in The It-Girl. No, I get stuck at a boarding school full of snobby geniuses who smoke pot and only think during classes. As crazy as I am, I'm just about thrice as sane as these whack-jobs. They all hate me. I don't know why. My sister used to say that it was just because they were jealous of my "super-giganto-mucho-brain" as she called it. That was before she died. Mum would never tell me how, no matter how many times I would ask. She was always afraid.
The kids at my school would put dear old Voldy to shame. My roomate is the worst. It's like her mission in life was to torture me. I only started at this school this year. Well I guess it's last year now, seeing as it's the summer.
Summer. How I dispise you.
I put down my journal. Things sure can change in a year. I really am glad that I'm free of all of that.
I guess my story began way before I was born. About nine hundred and thirty years to be exact. That's when my best friend was born. I know you're probably completely confused, but that's ok. I was too. He helped me alot this past year. He helped me by taking me away, so I could really think. He showed me things you wouldn't believe, but I knew they were real all along. I knew, deep down that they were real. He showed me people from the past, aliens from planets far away, and an amazing man from the future. He showed me things I'd seen in my dreams and someone I never thought I'd see again. He took me away with his magical blue box and he helped me feel alive for the first time in my life. But how did he do it?
Oh, did I forget to tell you? My best friend is a Time Lord.