My name is Stephanie. I'm a writer, a talker, a dreamer. A clichéd girl hoping that this blog will sufficiently spread the awareness of a guy who means the world to me, yet meant nothing to the world.
This is not a love story. This is not a tragedy. Society has no genre, only the effects of living and dying. And so these stories i'm willing to share will have no genre; they will simply be memories imprinted onto the false eternity that is called the internet.
So what is this blog about? This blog is a side effect of someones death. John Green, a favourite author of mine, once wrote that "everything is a side effect of dying." This is both a true statement as well as false, for the view will be altered by a person's understanding of human nature.
This blog is a side effect of my happy times with an amazing group of friends, and maybe, it will become a side effect of giving hope to anyone in my situation.
Ok, so I told a truth and a lie in this. First, I lied about being a writer. I'm in no way a professional, like my inspiration John Green. I think I wrote about 5 pages of a book a year ago and gave up. But I am clichéd in many ways, so that's something. So, if you don't like cliché things, writing, polaroids, ironic twists, stories, hope and love, sentimental posts, 80's music, irony, or an awkward 18 year old, then this isn't the blog for you. Move on. Click the 'back' link. I won't judge you.
However if you stay or read or follow, then I'm in debt to you, purely because you are helping me make the ghost of a boy become something that will never be forgotten. Which, ironically, is something he didn't want.
But I'm a stubborn girl, and if I believe that someone deserves more recognition, then darn it I will try to make people aware.
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