66 Hours Out

I have entered my last weekend in America.  Come very early Monday morning (as in 3:30am), I will wake up at drive down to Denver International Airport with my parents.  These final few hours in town are now a fun mixture of final preparations and goodbyes.  I’ve already said goodbye to all my friends.  I’m hoping to watch a couple movies with my parents this weekend.  “The Impossible” and “Zero Dark Thirty.”  Other than that, I am working my way through the final ten items on my to-do list.  I hope to finish with time to spare so I can relax a little on Sunday and get to bed early.

I am going to continue uploading a mixture of old writing and new writing in the months to come.  By the end of 2013, this website should be a good archieve of all my writing.  For today, I have one of the first prose pieces I ever wrote.  I was fourteen years old.  I knew I was experiencing weird changes, but I still thought I was unique and–to be honest–superior.  This piece is fascinating for me to read, but it’s tone is strange to me.  Let me know what you think.

Where is the Pain?

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