It would seem more and more kids on Whyville suffer from this teen angst business. And that's perfectly normal. I mean, for three years I wallowed in self pity and questions nobody could answer. Before, I managed to connect with others out there who felt like I did. But as time progressed I began to feel they didn't "really" know what it was like, and I questioned everyone's motives and everything around me. I wrote poetry and painted pictures of how I felt inside and how the world looked to me. Drab, dreary, and bleak. I stopped wearing color, I stopped hanging out with my old friends, I stopped talking to the poeple around me. I found myself hating everything. I guess, I was jaded and cynical, not to say I am not still, but today, I think I have grown.
I stopped writing for the Times, as many people will have noticed. Actually that's the point of this article. To explain where I went and why, becuase I think, a lot of other kids here are headed down that path. I know, back in the day, Giggler01 and I were practically partners in crime. We both felt the same way and acted the same, and, after living like that for three years, I wish I could instill in someone's mind not to do that.
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