Words Get Under Your Skin Like Needles, so Let Me be the Doctor

"I'll take my chances on truckstops and statelines..." --The Academy Is...

I don't think. Life's to hard for that. I want to be a somebody. I deserve to be a somebody. When will it be my turn? When will I get to say "Hey, I made it." You know, if this town ever gave me anything, it's that life only gives one shot at greatness. People living in big cities, there's more to do, but in small town, I realize that there's nothing else to do. It's either this, or be miserable. That's the difference in the upbriging.

I've sumitted Penpals of the Past. I'm nervous. The deadline isn't until Friday, and it's been raining like hell so I hope my manuscript didn't get soaked, but I just want to know. Whose is the best? I have to know. It's getting down to the wire, and I'm more and more tired. Of waiting. I need it now. I want it all. There's big stars in my eyes, but I'll be an even bigger star than them combined. This is what happens when you suck at school and escape to a word of vampires to die for. I want to create characters like that.

The chances are slim, even with Kancis it has a good feel. Like it won't take long. Why does it take writes two, three years to write a novel, when I can write one in two, three months? And the quality's the same. They've been given chances, and I'm stuggling to take one. I'm a thief. In the immortal words of Pete, "Sometimes we take chances, sometimes we take pills." I want to take so great a chance and it have such great awards that I don't want to need the pills.

That's my life. I live it.

So, to everyone at my school...Look out. This is where I'm headin'. Be nice to be today and I might drop your name along the way.

Where will you be in twenty years? Will it be where you want to be?

Still...Still...But not standing still,

The Undiscovered Writer