Forgotten Not Forgiven

Anonymity.

I Hate when people hide behind technology. Someone has recently gotten my number, and is harassing me. a 313 number. an area code that is nowhere near here. I realy don’t care. I’m great at ignoring people. But this person is accusing me of lies, and they missed the accuse me of said lie train. That was a full year ago. But who cares. This is high school. There is no reason to get worked up over it.

Now, I like to write. It’s my career of choice. But I’ve stopped doing it as much as I’d like. i have only 22 days to write a brilliant story to submit to LT3. I Just need to sit down and force my self, but tonight is not the night. sadly.

Lastly, I want to address my faith in humanity. I have lost it. I still have faith in my friends, but everyone else is lost. Population is too high, poverty all over, fat-cats greedy whilst others wither. I am sick of this world. The race i belong to has caused it to be so grotesque. People may say that they think it is still beautiful, but that is just the surface that the higher ups have painted. Yet one inquisitive scratch to the flimsy mask will open your eyes, and that is the first step. uncover the filth and corruption to every one’s eyes. Then us as a human race need to work together to clean it up. This will require us to go off script here. even revolt the system. I cry some times because off how insignificant my voice is. I’m man enough to admit that. But I am not defeated. I am honor bound that if i am successful, I will help clean up. Which is a major understatement. cleaning up barely entails what needs to be done. I have so many ideas that i wish i could get out. I hate not being involved. I know i could never be the leader. But I KNOW that i could help with my ideas. I have faith.