I feel like I can't write something like this because so much has happened since the first night. Or maybe because I don't want to see my own thoughts on here or maybe I just don't want to remember how great my life was because it's so fucking shitty now.
Well, firstly, I was never a person who showed his emotions well. My parents made me like that, what can I say? Speaking of my parents, they aren't really good people, they drank a lot, went out a lot, had sex a lot. It's weird.
My older sister was the one who really took care of me and the rest of us, and where my unsound emotional capability began to shine the brightest.
There were about nine siblings that she had to take care of, so it made sense that she was the one who fell into a downward spiral of drugs. Marijuana, ecstasy, oxycodone, Xanax, cocaine, psilocybin, and ketamine. It was after all of us were asleep, or most of us at least. When I caught her one time it absolutely scared the shit out of me, she looked like she could barely breathe after.
So, yeah. Not the greatest childhood.
It got better after my teenage years. My sister checked into rehab after a heavy overdose and my parents stopped drinking. And it was then when I found my calling.
Comedy.
I began to open the floodgates that would mean my success later in life. It was also this time when I began to make my friends that would last forever. Ruby, Yang, Nora, Ren and of course...
...Pyrrha.
Pyrrha.
Maybe I shouldn't write this journal.
Maybe I should leave these memories untouched.
A/N: This is a concept that has been floating around my head for some time, so I decided to try it. Well, let's see how this goes. Hopefully not badly.