I was going through old high school memories and recall a time where i was probably the most influencial person at my high school.
I was never a cutter. Never had the guts to inflict pain against myself. However, I used to be a habitual graffiti artist. I would take a sharpie and draw all over my khaki pants, legs, arms, shoes, book bag, notebooks, bathroom stall walls, desktops. Anything. Anything I could find. Kids would approach me to see what I drew and wrote every morning without fail, as if I was their god and they followed my every word. They even called it their "daily motivation". In the beginning, it was cool receiving all the comments and attention. Slowly, flattery turned into imitation and I felt lost and less original.
I guess people naturally look to me to lead them...I naturally look to run away.
9:39 p.m. - 2010-07-10
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