A First Attempt At Something Serious

So...its about 1:30 in the morning, and I am not sleeping. This used to be strange for me, but now it is the norm. Technically, I still have work in two classes to do before I can go to sleep with a clean conscience, but I doubt I will actually do it now...

Lately I've been feeling really out of place, like I'm the puzzle piece you find from that puzzle you threw away years ago because you lost that one piece. Or, when I think about it, I feel more like an orphan, except with peers instead of family. Yeah, I like that second analogy better. It seems every moment of my time is spent working, be it work work or school work. I haven't had free time in what must be two months now, and it is severely affecting my social life (not to mention my mental health). Meanwhile, while I dig myself deeper and deeper into a hole, all my friends spend their days hanging out, going to movies, sleeping in, coasting through class, basically having nothing but good times and great memories. And the more this happens, the more isolated I find myself.

But what am I supposed to do? Do I do the work and (maybe) get a half decent future, but give up completely on having any fun in grade 12? Or do I have the time of my life, and doom myself to a pointless existence. That, in my mind, would be the worst of fates. But this fate I'm living right now isn't that great either.

Now it is almost 1:45... I certainly do take a long time to write these things. I'm still not tired, but I know I'll hate myself tomorrow for this.

I don't like this "serious" me. But I don't entirely like the "other" me either. I'll come back to that some other time...

Such A Sell-Out

ugh, I can't believe I have done this. I thought I was winning the war against blogging, but instead I now find myself fighting on their team.

No, I refuse to believe it. Here is the only possible explanation(s).

While I was fighting the good fight, and winning of course, against the blogs, their evil general, who has never been known to follow the codes of honour on the battlefield, hit me over the head with a rock. Sadly, my resistence to rocks to the head is rather small, so I fell unconcious to the ground. When I awoke, I found myself kidnapped by the evil blogs and being held hostage in their evil lair. Clearly they knew that I was the only hope for mankind, and that by capturing me, the forces of good would surely falter and fall.

From there, only two possiblilities make sense.

A) I was brainwashed by the blogs to fight for them, or ...
B) I got that syndrome where the captive falls in love with his captor. Cant seem to remember the name though.

Either way, I am trapped on the opponents side against my will, and so long as I am here humanity is doomed. Somebody save me!!!