Even If It Kills Me
Ever have a dream? That you could be anything you wanted to be, that’s exactly what both yours and my parents told us. So one day, when I was maybe thirteen or fourteen years old, I told my parents that I wanted to be a firefighter. Now this wasn’t that bullshit little dream of some little boy who wanted to go around being a hero; I actually did really want to help people and I thought...
For feeling pretty low and frustrated, what I’m writing is very good. I think it’s kinda depressing that when I’m sad is when I write my finest. I sure hope that doesn’t define me cause then I’m in a heap of trouble with Creative Writing next year. D: