The Brutal Truth

Equivalent to a truth box.

Want to know my favorite hang out spot? The Hampton Mall. It's an abandoned mall on my dads side of town. They won't knock it down and some people consider it a land mark, or whatever. Nowadays, it's home to a lonely comunity center, joggers, walkers, and a single Manderin Chinese resturant. Other than that, it's like walking into a time machine and going back to the 80's and 90's. Dust and abandoned stores pave the way. It's a really fun, nice, quiet place to go. Matthew and I used to go there everyonce in a while when it was to cold and dangerous to aimlessly drive around the city. One of the times we went there (we only went once or twice) was going to be the time when I felt I trusted him enough to tell him that I had been assulted. Well, I never even got to that point when he started to lecture me on getting a job and the fact that I have to start making money. I told him I was too focused and busy with being on the yearbook staff, which was technically a business even though I don't get a paycheck. It pays me with it's experience. He then said that I should put my love for writing on hold, and get a real job. He even went as far as to say that getting a job sweeping floors would be more important than my writing. I dropped my jaw. What?! Nothing, and I repeat, NOTHING is more important than my love for writing. He said it was because of the paycheck. I said it was because he was an asshole. I thought about dumping him right then and there. I can't express with words the emotional distraught I was going through. I had to fight back tears so hard I couldn't believe it. He was all emo, and I was considering getting up and leaving. But it was blizzarding outside and I hate the cold. I sat there and waited for him to force me to look at him. I closed him off, and didn't talk to him for the rest of the night.

I was born to write, it's what I'm going to do for the rest of my life, no matter how much stress or lack of paycheck it provides me. To see my name in print, means more to me than anything. It means immortality. Someday, people will appreciate it, and maybe finally understand me.