Chasing Gavin
Scattered Thoughts
The Very Secret Diary of Mia Chac�n
Enjoy life. There's plenty of time to be dead.
Warning: The following text contains events from the extremely boring life of a disturbed 16-year-old, the kind of teen who's been in-and-out of institution you-know-what. Extreme emotions, such as intense pain and suffering, loss of blood, difficulty of breathing, hair loss, ear ache, etcetera, etcetera may be provoked out of just reading this. So if you sense the sudden feeling of not carrying on, go ahead. The hell the author cares if you experience any of the following side effects mentioned above. (She's very egoistic)
But heck, I know you'd be very, very persistent-and you care the least bit for my warnings (I wanted to warn you because I, unlike the author, care about your welfare). After all, the warning is already very intriguing in itself�and I know it got you wanting for more-you know how stubborn humans can be. It's in their nature and they were born with it. And so were you, because you're still reading.
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Ok, time's up. Still reading, aren't you-you stubborn you.
Hah! I must've done a very good job. Brave you are, aren't you? Well...the regret's all yours and never mine.
Day 5840
It was rather a big disappointment when I learned about it. When I was born under the light of the fifth moon of the year, the hope for redemption for the world was at hand. I had this notion that I was a reincarnation of some sort, a hero from Krypton, the spark amidst the world in darkness. I had this feeling that I would be bound to change the world when the right time comes for me to unravel my powers. But no, I wasn't from Krypton, and never have I dreamt about living there, nor have I experienced seeing this vision that would somehow justify the fact that I wasn't...I wasn't human after all.
But alas, everything dissolved into smithereens. I have already turned sixteen, and perhaps the most interesting revelation that I have learned about myself is the amazing fact that both of my thumbs are double-jointed and that my biggest toe is a whole centimeter longer than the next toe. Such "powers" wouldn't even let me qualify for Guinness.
Lose hope, I must not. Sooner or later I would be the very next Alexander. You'll see.
Day 5880
Got back to school. V good. Somehow puts me a teeny weenie step closer to being one productive person.
Haven't redeemed the world yet.
Day 5950
Some achievement I've made today. I was called "out of coverage area" by my Math teacher who caught me looking out the window.
Nope. Still haven't redeemed the world yet.
Day 6047
Meet new and improved Mia. Fresh from the Producer, aged and fermented into perfection. picked just after being drenched into years of hard work, baked from experience, blended with spinnets of joy and happiness, kneaded from strong bouts of frustration.
She stands tall among the rest, positions strongly for what she believes in, tackles down the obstacles that come her way, wins against them all.
The apple of their eyes.
The vivace after larghetto.
The betelgeuce of Orion.
All ardore and robusto.
New and degraded Mia. that's what I am. The exact opposite of new and improved, which would have been much better since we're in the fourth term already, and I should've learned more since. but no, Mia, the garrulous and irresponsible dolt has changed alright...surprisingly (or not), for the worse. I evolved into someone more unpleasant, someone less idealistic, someone so not Mia. I've mutated. Transformed into something more corrosive, something that causes bad relationships and broken friendships.
I'm an exterminator. A destroyer of perfection.
A square peg in a round hole.
A knife betwixt a thousand spoons.
A scar upon flawless skin.
A torn page from an open book.
Day 6048
What does the world expect of me, anyway? Aside from converting carbon dioxide to oxygen.
I mean, there are over 6 billion people all over the globe, each and every one of them also stop and think sometimes of their own purpose of living.
What's my purpose/s of living?
Wake up each morning at 6 am to make my bed.
Eat breakfast.
Go to school.
Go home.
Eat,sleep and do the same thing all over again without the whole world knowing about it.
