Long time no see? So your probably wondering why, after a promised, no, SWORE, that I would continue to write, I eventually stopped. Well, there is two types of explanations I can give. A long one, or a short one. The short being ...emotionally unsatisfying (I'm a shameless liar. 'nuff said), I will go with the not-so-short. Well, about two years ago something occurred to me. It was sort of like realizing that your favorite childhood actor is addicted to some drug and is in and out of rehabs, or playing in mud puddles isn't as fun as it once was. Just kidding, my thoughts aren't that profound. No, I just re-read my writing, and was like "holy sh*t, this sucks". And that right there is truly depressing, realizing you suck at something. So I stopped. Because I'm heartless. True story. ANYWAYS, like I said, its been two years, and I'm getting ready for college (which, is pretty effing scary. Its going to be me, and thirty thousand other people. Paper bag anyone? Xanax?) and it hits me: I am a non-finish-er. I have never finished anything (of real importance) in my life. I never finished ballet lessons (although, in my defense, I still believe the government used that class as a form of torture, an alternative to bamboo shoots up your finger nails), I never finished piano, The Grapes of Wrath (spark-noted that shiz), any television series over two seasons long. Hell, I didn't even finish Catholicism. Now, I feel like I need to finish something. Now, I won't promise anything, (for two reasons, one being I don't know if I will finish, and two being, well lets face it, you guys already know a promise doesn't mean anything to me unless pinky's are involved).
I also cheat at monopoly. I just felt that you guys should know. I keep those little orange 500 dollar bills hidden under my rug floor for emergencies. I'm glad I got that off my chest.