When I was younger, I always tried to do things that supposedly couldn't be done. I never succeeded, but I still attempt to. When I was five, I always tried to hold my breath for long lengths of time. My father used to say "Don't do that, you could kill yourself." I realize that it was a ploy to get me to stop preventing oxygen from getting to my brain, but I still try and see exactly how long I can hold my breath without stopping. I never record it because I know next time will be longer, and longer, and longer. I probably will never stop doing this.
I suppose that's why I'm so obsessive-compulsive.
Sometimes, I promise myself I will do something, but I never do it.
Out of sheer laziness or lack of motivation.
Well, I have been motivated.
I've decided to write a letter (before graduating, of course) to everyone at my school who has ever inspired/influnced me. So far, my list consists of 24 people. 242424twentyfour242424 individuals who have made my high school years less aggravating.
I also have a story to write about my life that is an assignment for religion.
I'm actually going to do this.
If you're even remotely interested in this, add
appletapes, because that's where I'm recording these letters, my life story (from birth to present, obviously), my secrets and my confessions. I will add you back on that journal, but I won't comment from there. I'm keeping my other two journals as well
flytoargentina as well as
caketv.
If you read this incredibly long entry, thank you.
Because they're rarely this long and I appreciate it.
Hm, this entry is public.