CNF; Memories.

I remember when my family would go up to my grandparents cabin for Christmas and I would get the same body numbing sensation whenever I jumped out of the car and fell into a blanket of snow. I remember when my dad used to pick me up by his pinky. I remember my first real love besides my parents. I remember the dark tingling, heart throbbing, mind melting sensation I recived when my friend died. I remember the stomach churning feeling I got when my mom brought home a new baby kitten. I remember everytime I make my dad disappointed. I also remember how I try so hard for that not to happen. I remember gaining new friends. I remember things that aren’t worth remembering. 

CNF; Growing Is Forever.

In the beginning of life, wasnt it so simple? The differnt paths that you could take, and not have a dramatic effect on the world. No what kind of creatures are we? Are we living, or are we growing?

CNF; Dear Me.

Dear 12 year old me, you don’t know this yet but you will struggle in school. Not because your not smart enough to do it, but because you are lazy, get distracted to easy, and are not motivated. This make you get poor grades if you have that attitude. If you put some effort into your work and focused more, you would have decent grades. Prove people wrong, I know how much you love to do that. Go after your dream of being an Animator, which you are just now realizing, that’s what you want to do for the rest of your life. You can do it. Change the future for me by giving me a better chance at reaching my dreams, simply just by shooting for yours. Don’t slack off or give up like I did because now im struggling to make it through, if you do your work, you will slide through with ease and be happy for the rest of your time here on this earth. Just remember that.

Why I Write.

I write to get my feelings out of my body and onto the page. I write to show people who i am and what i stand for. I write to escape reality. I write to prove people wrong. I write to show no emotions, but all the emotions in the world at the same time. I write to be happy, sad, and mad in a confusing coma of expressions. I write to get away. I write for me.