I don’t know how many other kids like me there are out there, but I’m sure there’s a few. And by like me, I don’t mean, liking the same foods, or music, or anything like that. But I mean kids that have an artistic mind. A mind that when it wonders, it thinks of new lyrics for a song, or the best character to introduce to the story, or what the perfect lighting would be for the newest photo shoot. And if you were really like me, your favorite median would be words, and words in the form of a story. You see, with me, I’m always writing; and if its nothing for a current book, then its probably how I wish my reality was currently going. And so, if I write about how I wish reality to go, I have to use people I know. By doing this, I take them under creative liberation (though I feel liberation is the wrong word). And so, I give qualities and traits to people that they don’t poses in real life. And if I’m writing about someone I like, this becomes difficult, because I’m no longer sure if I like them…or the person I’ve made them to be, with my creative mind and clever hand. This prompts me to writing this. Because I need some way to get this off of my chest. I need some way to tell if what I fell in love with is the real Matt, or the Matt I’ve made him out to be.
