I don’t know why I’m doing this
but somehow posting this on the internet makes it somewhat more real. I’m not used to typing this kind of writing. Maybe I need to make a character of myself to understand myself. I am the author of my own life. I am through reading the great deeds of others, real or fictional in kind, and I’m setting out on a transformative journey of my own. I’ve got nothing to lose and my naive ideals are just waiting to be crushed. I’m ready to learn the harsh lessons of life and be humbled. Henceforth, I am a student of the world.
For once, I see clearly what it is I must do.
This is going to be a strange and fucked up story.
