Draft for short story or something… I don’t know….

BEFORE YOU READ: Hey guys. so I just got punched in the face by mr. Inspiration, so I just wrote down whatever my heart made up here. You can choose to read it, or scroll past it, but if you decide to read it, thank you, and please, let me know what you think of it. I haven’t even read through it myself yet, and I’m 100% sure that there are many spelling errors etc.

Be kind, and give me feedack on this little something. I don’t even know what to call it. it’s mostly for myself, so that I can remember this and use it as inspiration another time, but I decieded to share it with you. so, here you go; a little draft for something I don’t know what is yet.

Dear you,

I don’t know how you feel about love, but I hate it. it’s too much for me. it’s so awful, yet so fantastic. and I’m not trying to be kliche or anything, it just happens when I talk to anyone about love. that’s why I try not to do it. because I don’t want to be kliche. I want to be able to Express my feelings in an original way. With love, that’s nearly impossible, especially for me. because i know i’m a very awkward person. I don’t always know what to do or say when others do or say something, but at least I try. that’s the most important thing, right?
now you’re probably wondering why I’m writing to you about this. good question. the honest answer is, I have no idea. maybe i just felt like you’re the only who would understand. although i don’t know you, it just felt right.

i want to be Someone’s someone. Someone’s reason to smile, Someone’s reason to og to that very cafe, instead of any of the other cafes and restaurants in town. see, love makes you selfish. more selfish than you’ve probably ever been, and also probably more selfish than you will ever be. at least that’s what it’s like for me. because right now, i really want someone to hold around, to feel safe With. i want to like someone, and for someone to like me back. for who i am, not for my looks (not that I’m that much to look at anyways…)

i just feel like there’s something missing in me. something… important. something it seems like everybody else has. maybe it’s just my imagination. i guesss that everybody has this little empty Space, except those who are happy together With sommeone. are you feeling an empty Space? it’s OK. one day I’m sure it’ll disappear. trust me. it always Works out fine in the end. because life is like a Movie, except many Movies after each other. they start With one thing, there’s the plot twist, and a happy ending. then it starts over again. until one day, the final ending comes. and for most People, it’s a happy ending, no matter how much misery they’ve been through, no matter how many of their loved ones they’ve lost. because they know that they’ll get to see them again any second now. that’s what I want to think about in the end of my last Movie. all the happy Things that have been, and all the happy Things that will come.

i’m a procrastinator. right now i’m writing to you instead of doing my Spanish homework. but i don’t think it’s a bad thing, not this time. because why would you not do the Things you love? i mean, you can’t always drop the Things you don’t like and just do what you like, but sometimes, you have to give yourself that freedom. the freedom to choose to do something you love, sommething you burn for, or just something you feel like doing right there and then. beacuse you can’t og through life With a Schedule for everything. life does unexcpected Things all the time, and if you’re not prepared for the suprise, i suggest that you stay in bed all day.

and i don’t know how to end this little story of mine in a good way, so let me just tell you that all is good. i’m happy, and it’s another happy endig to another one of my Movies. i’m sure it’s not the last one, so i’ll Write to you again at the end of my Next Movie.