okay this is an excerpt from a 2 page paper that is supposed to be like the first two pages of a novel. I wanted to post more but not enough room :[[
I wasn’t always this way. Well, maybe I was, but even I couldn’t realized the extent of quandaries. I don’t realize the extent yet to come even no. Is it dangerous? Very. Until I am sure if…No, what is wrong with me, I just smile, sit pretty, and put on my ‘faraway eyes’. Everyone around me is just so tightly wrapped around my finger that it’s sick. I’m practically thinking two thoughts at once every day. A.) My psychotic whirlwind of confusion and clarity; Or B.) What would I be thinking two years ago that will make all of these people pass me by? Even just two months my mind wasn’t this ambiguous. I was blissful in the mask from the reality I knew soon to come. As predicted, my world went from late night phone calls and rolled-eyes to Advil and fake smiles. Yeah, things change.
2007-05-30
10:16:04
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i'll just add this now- i don't know if my teacher knows, but this isn't exactly fiction for me. i'm in high school, and pretty sure i'm bipolar. is the paper too much?
2007-05-30
10:46:19 ·
update #1