when: 12/28/15 where: the Weston Ranch
I D E N T I T Y ☄
It’s a little pointless to ask high schoolers who they are, but they’re still sticking to this health class journal thing and I have pages to fill. Especially since I can’t actually write anything real in here.
So who am I?
☑ male ☑ straight ☑ 16 ☑ aries ☑ athletic ☑ slytherin ☑ neutral good ☑ too susceptible to my nerdy roommate’s influence. ☑ christian but bad at it ☑ used to think i was a good friend ☑ a shitty boyfriend ☑ in love with a girl ☑ can’t tell the girl because she’s in love with her best friend ☑ a coward ☑ too afraid to tell anyone the truth ☑ lonely most of the time
I don’t really know how I ended up like that. Because at the beginning of the year, I would have said I knew exactly who I was. What I’m about. Honesty was the big one. I was so tired of the secrets and the lies around here, so all I wanted was honesty. To a fault. Now it’s even worse because I can’t even convince myself to tell the truth.
People* I care about are in trouble. I don’t know how to help them. I don’t know how not to help them.
*people meaning an individual or group of individuals for anyone actually reading this.
So what am I? Who am I? Who will I be?
☑ a liar ☑ if I have to be
