I turned to certain music to keep myself upbeat and happy but i needed something more. Before i began this blog, I'd started to keep several notebooks. They were not diaries that i wrote into everyday. Every once in a while i'd pour into these notebooks all my anger and sadness and bitterness but after going through several of them, i realised i hadn't been able to move on at all. I was still angry and pissed and unhappy. Callously i burned most of these books. I've always had a fascination with fire. No i'm not an arsonist although if there were no laws i'd probably burn down some peoples houses for the hell of it. To me fire represented passion, love, anger, revitalisation, cleansing and a few other emotions that i can't quite put down onto paper. I embraced the idea of destroying my past with fire in some sort of sentimental ritual. But naturally all it did was grant me a moment of satisfaction. Even more so it instilled in me a realisation of how easily someone or somethings existence could be erased. It was the day that i took on the position of a nihilist.
It looked something like this
• Opinions are good but be prepared to defend or admit defeat.
• Don't set unrealistic goals.
• Speak out more often.
• Don't try and mould yourself into something you are not.
• Never lose your sense of independence or identity.
• This was the Year 12 picnic.
I'll burn this one later
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