I have entered my last weekend in America. Come very early Monday morning (as in 3:30am), I will wake up at drive down to Denver International Airport with my parents. These final few hours in town are now a fun mixture of final preparations and goodbyes. I’ve already said goodbye to all my friends. I’m hoping to watch a couple movies with my parents this weekend. “The Impossible” and “Zero Dark Thirty.” Other than that, I am working my way through the final ten items on my to-do list. I hope to finish with time to spare so I can relax a little on Sunday and get to bed early.
I am going to continue uploading a mixture of old writing and new writing in the months to come. By the end of 2013, this website should be a good archieve of all my writing. For today, I have one of the first prose pieces I ever wrote. I was fourteen years old. I knew I was experiencing weird changes, but I still thought I was unique and–to be honest–superior. This piece is fascinating for me to read, but it’s tone is strange to me. Let me know what you think.