"Greetings. You may call me Heminor, the kid who's going to rule the world!"
--or as I would normally say to somebody that I don't know exists yet. But to you, I will say:645Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtpzmKKx1NV
"Yo! Call me Juju, if you'd like. Nice to meet you."645Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxi7AWTkFuv
Now that the formalities are out of the way, this is the first entry to my Blog. I decided to start this after a string of personal revelations that led me to having the motivation to exhume my rotting academic life, acknowledge my little bit of craziness (and wisdom) and actually start sharing the zany characters in my head as novel-like stories.
I'd honestly like to open myself up completely: as a kid who doesn't have much special about him, but yet somehow feels as though he has something to give, and something to learn. Perspective.
My personal perspective is that of a teen struggling with all the usual puberty-related conundrums: Lack of identity, angst towards family and school, a somewhat fractured family life etc.
But that isn't the part that I want to share. Every person has had their own journey and unique camera angle of this never-ending movie called life, and that's one of the things that I'm most interested in. I've come close to brushing shoulders with a few of the darker forces that drive teenagers, especially privileged ones, and I will tell all, but in exchange, please share a few scraps with me. When I mull over something, do so with me, share in the experience, and then let me know that you exist, and gift me a piece of your soul in the form of your knowledge and wisdom.
I'm a compulsive liar, that's for sure (a topic to mull over at a later date) but everything that I will write here is the honest to goodness truth. I am a real dude. Well, most of me is.
About myself, you ask? (Maybe you didn't ask, but start getting used to getting the answers to questions you never cared about to begin with)645Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK8SZW6qM4Y
I'm seventeen, male, and born and raised in sunny South Africa. Parents? Divorced of course. Schooling? One of the most expensive schools in the Province: Crawford College. Skin color? Almost olive, if you ask me. Physique? Skinny, 190 cm. Hair? Absolutely fabulous. Birth mark? A single blonde curl on the left hand side of my head, meshed in with the dirt brown.
Damn, that felt like speed dating! Anyways, I hope that some of you turn out to be real, and I'm not just writing to myself, but that's fine too; not much new there!645Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZhhxdBGyum
Sign-off? Hmm, I've never really thought about that until this point. How about: "May the wind be at your back, and the heavens to your heels!" No? Then how about:645Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQT9SIUm8Mi
See you later, I hope.
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