Writingggggg

Lowk wanna make my blog just me posting my shitty wip's cuz why not lmao so like uhh here to start off. I kinda want to make my own book but idfk how...

Waiting

The feeling of only going backwards, something I have been feeling since I was little. I knew who I was at a very early age, who I would be. I can’t ever just stay quiet, that was my problem. It’s summer, something many teens my age would be excited about. Not me though, the only good thing out of summer is school ending, high school, summer camp/band, and surfing. I like to think I am a very backwards person, I absolutely adore the harsh winter months. When the tree’s are fully bare, the snow sweeps across the ground and the light outside my window during winter break is utterly blinding, setting the rest of the world aglow. The skies are a barren grey, as they would be amongst rainy days that many chose to remain inside. I’m awfully quiet as well, not that I want to be, rather I just am. I can’t find the right things to say; or when to say them for that matter. I’m too tall, I dress in baggy men’s clothing, my hair is shaggy, curly, frizzy, not very long, and dyed. I don’t stick out much, besides my dyed hair, for god’s sake it’s black, orange, and blonde. So I can kind of stick out, but that doesn't stop me from being unnoticed to the world around me. I guess I’m pretty pale, I can’t see it but other people do, my veins are extremely visible and my hands are horrifyingly flexible.

It was on this day I had to realize that I would be the “quiet” one for the rest of my life. The personality I had adopted after moving several times throughout my short lifetime. On the way home from percussion auditions. Oh how I adored percussion, it was so much fun, and I didn’t have to be indecisive and simply choose one thing or the other. Unless we’re talking about my placement on the marching band, I literally can’t choose whether to be on the snare line or bass line. I love them both, but from how things are going it looks more likely I’ll be on bass drum, the third one. It seems fun, but it seems that my director Mr. Wilson isn’t entirely sure where to put me. But for crying out loud just let me try the snare drum. Oh well, it’s not like I have the confidence to voice that.