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I forgot about the last journal entry that I made.

It's interesting to see that I have maintained that personality, to some degree.

In a lot of ways, I fought that view of myself, the person I realized that I was.

But I have turned out the same. Talking to some people. Confusing to so many ~ confusing myself at times.

Caring about book charecters, TV shows, and snow man figurines. All cared about to the point of tears and sobbing, crying, accusing, yelling but kept (((quiet))). Away from others. All the things I care about, Feel about [I think that means I care about it] I dont want to explain or talk to otehr people about.

Is that strange?
So mnay new questions that I have been asking yet no steryotype am I able to fit - anytime that I see the way something may be, the way soemthing could work out - I am able to see the end. Know how that would work out.

I dont want to know.
I crave the anventure and confusion that it brings.

I love the danger.

Police officers die on the news, and people chose to believe it. [silly to question it, right]
Yet all I want to do is be able to run right inot the fire, save a life, prove that I deserve to live here, earn my life.

I do not understand, completly, how people can work for money and never do any community service.
Me, I have this strange, possible misplaced, sense of honor that drives me crazy when I'm done with homework.

Who knows.

Now I am out of time. Talk later - maybe months will pass.

High school has started. And I had no idea.