I am writing this from bed on Day 9 of self-isolation (because I’m smart). I hope you’re doing well.
I never really considered myself an honest person.
I’ve been thinking about the traits I was proud of when I was younger. The ability to lie convincingly and without shame was one of them. Obviously, it isn’t exactly something someone should be proud of, but I was a good liar and it protected me. So yes, I was proud.
I have a new schedule. Now that I have my licence and a car, I drive my brother to school in the mornings when he’s over at my dad’s with us. This is good. It keeps me from working into the early hours like I used to.
Yesterday I said I would be braver, so today I’m going to write about what scares me more than anything: my feelings.
That was supposed to be funny. Things are never funny when I try to make them funny. It’s a curse, really.
It is a minute to midnight and I’m running on the last juices of my battery. My dog Foxy is asleep at my feet. I’m the only one awake. My siblings went to sleep early, excited for the early Christmas we’ll be having tomorrow while here at my dad’s house.
I am way too early for work. Like, an hour and a half early. But class ended early and I already ate and work has wifi and it’s better to be an hour and a half early than five minutes late. The day is wet and gloomy. I can see the peak of what looks like a castle in the distance, but it’s probably just a church or something. Still, looks cool.
Have you ever thought about being famous? Don’t lie, of course you have. If you’ve ever heard of fame, you’ve thought about it. There are different kinds of fame, like celebrity, infamy, popularity, etc.