What Lingers Within

It is in those moments of hatred for others that you truly discover the darkness within. The fact that you can seriously consider those deep secret thoughts that linger in the back of your mind, those thoughts become ever so present, and its slightly scary, to yourself, and to others if you have the guts to tell them. I live in a never ending battle of keeping those thoughts that present themselves as great friends, dressed in a mask of nice, while hiding what is underneath, their true exterior, at bay. The true nature of those thoughts is equipped with a face of melted flesh with the jagged protruding teeth of a shark. Behind and above it follows the mist of black smoke, which once trapped inside, you are never to come out. I try to hide the darkness inside, but how far will it push me before I fall off the top of the cliff?

Witty Post Title

So I created this page oh let’s see...like a week and a half ago. Now is the time when I finally clicked on the post button and began to type my first post to a blog. My blog. Holy shit. To be on the internet, my words splayed in front of you. Kind've creepy. I’ve tried to come up with a witty first post, as a sort of way to introduce myself, but I kept having a brain fart and just couldn’t perform. My very good friend encouraged me to write in my own time, and told me that there was no such thing as a bad blog: there are good blogs and then there are better blogs. So that halted half my fears about that in its tracks, and then the other half of my fears, the half that had no idea of what to write, continued to run on its hamster wheel night and day. But as I sit here in my AP English class, avoiding the multitude of work that I have yet to do and must have completed by today, I decided today was the day I blog. At the current moment my feelings are not in an organized manner that would allow me to adequately express them but in time I shall write about them. But for now I just wanted to post that I am alive.