“you’re destroying peoples’ lives calling into their jobs and getting them fired like that! so what if they said racist shit!”
Hello again, I think we can finally skip past the awkward preface and fast forward to the part of why I’m doing this. My mom and dad have always urged me to write,believing that I can one day publish a book or write articles for the New York Times. I, on the other hand, object to what they have to say completely. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a good writer and all, but I’m simply not the best. These opportunities come once in a life time, so why would it happen to me? And besides, I just started my sophomore year last week, what if I find something else I’m good at? But here’s something you should know about my parents, they are incredibly loving and supportive people, however, they have always expected so much from me, when the truth is, I deliver so little. Sometimes, I wish I was this insanely beautiful person, with the IQ and talent of Leonardo Di Venci, and the success of Bill Gates, but that’s thing with wishes, they’re really just unreachable dreams.
I honestly don’t know how people start these. Introductions are always awkward, whether your’e presenting a school project in front of the class or meeting new people, I’ve always found it uncomfortable. You see, I don’t even know why I’m writing this, I guess it’s because I love writing, but I’m…
