I’m happy :3
Having a good time with friends and whatnot. 18 is pretty neat thus far.
Eighteen is the next step. Success in academics was a lie, but it might be true now. The clean room is a lie. Making my parents happy might be true now. Hard to say. Will continue to observe.
(They say they’re proud of me.)
Running was untrue more than it was a lie. Or is. Who am I kidding, running will remain true. Truth is revealed while running. But there are lies in running. Harder to distinguish than the ones you’d find when walking. More good than bad, more truth than otherwise.
The Nike high tops were correct. They were more than correct. They were correct with me. I am forever indebted to the Nike high tops. The Nike high tops also brought an end to running, but have brought a beginning to many other things; such is life(?).
The teenage body seems to be a lie as well. Perhaps I have peaked physically at 17 and am doomed to do nothing but gain weight. But Drugs will come in the mail sometime this week, and they will make the lie of the teenage body true once again. Though I am the one taking Drugs, it will not just be true to me. It will be true to you, as well. I will return with proof.
Hygiene is the truest of things. I awake every morning and clean myself with a variety of both male and female hair products and Dove body wash (among but not the sole product intended for men). I have Bobby’s deodorant,
ANTI PERSPIRANT & DEODORANT
It smells truer than
“SHORT SEXY HAIR
BLOW IT UP”
which smells like bubblegum and 6 year olds. (More “short” than “sexy”, ha)
Bobby was the one who advocated truth to me. I wonder if he knew so much, if he even knew if his deodorant, which I have stolen from his clutches on the West Coast, smells as true as it does. Bobby stopped being true when he stopped speaking truths when he stopped speaking. To me. Maybe he was always a lie. Could be, only saw him twice in my life.
Comic books stopped being true. As I stare at the covers, not a word of truth rises to the top of one of them. Some superheroes make a good point, but they argue lies better than they speak truth. (which reminds me of the comic books I got for Bobby, maybe two years ago. They still sit on my desk in the same place, full of lies.)
So few of my peers speak truth. I do not judge, though, I find myself speaking truth less and less these days. Eighteen is the next step and perhaps this marks it’s approach.
The Anime Convention Girl is a LIE! If I were to write this in my notebook, I would surely note the truth of the above statement! She was never there. I think. I say “I think” because I cannot purge the truth of my hope from my mind. Perhaps she was there, perhaps she still is. Yet I have no ability to determine whether or not she is true or false, outside of asking her, which seems an impossibility at this point. Requires further research (a statement I have made on this topic consistently for the past 4 years. Send help)
Change remains true, despite it entering our visions covered in shadow. You must grope in the dark until you find the familiar shape and texture of truth, and then you need no light at all.
How could I ever forget? The majority of my problems root from my fear of people’s reactions to me saying how I actually feel about something.