First Day of Scwool

Can you believe I was a shy kid in school. I never talked to anybody. I was the kid who ate paste and sniffed markers while running with scissors. But I never talked. Elementary school was fun. Middle school was the time I was curious about the opposite sex. I also wondered why I was getting hair in places I never had before. I thought I was turning into a monster. I didn't really hit puberty until I got into high school. My voice changed. It got a little deeper. After the goth face was over I turned into the cool guy. I went to all the parties and I knew everybody and everybody knew me. They couldn't get me to stop talking or taking something off. I eventually stopped eating the glue and sniffing the markers and running with scissors a little later in high school. Damn I miss those glue eating days. A few years later in college and I've reverted back to my elementary school days without the glue.

I was the trouble maker and the prankster. I couldn't stop being the center of attention. I loved dares. Dare me to say something, dare me to jump off this building. My parents loved my hospital bills. I remember I had a broken leg and I couldn't move hardly. I was so pissed. I felt like I was on speed. I was trying to do something but I couldn't, so I tried to do it a different way and I couldn't. I kept trying to do things for hours every day but I couldn't. I even started crying because I felt so useless. But once that cast came off I went crazy again when I really shouldn't have and had to put the cast back on. That was the time I thought it was best that I calm my habits a bit. I can't have a broken leg anymore. I'd go pyscho. But I still feel the itch to be a little crazy.