GiftedElements

I look at people like him. And I think of how lucky they are. They still have a constant flow of ideas, only speckled with less than an ounce of self-doubt. Constantly making things, throwing things out just to replace them with things that are greater. I wish I was like them. Growing up but never throwing out what made things wonderful. Never not doing things because "What's the point?" or "This is useless" because everything they do has a point. It makes sense, it always makes sense, even if they don't think it does, or never will. And even when they don't, they make it anyway. They create things, from the little spark it was in their minds

Wake up. Too exhausted to get up from having to stay up late. Beating. Eat breakfast. Too tired to eat properly and spill liquids on floor. Beating. Get books together and don't have time to brush hair. Beating. Get to bus stop and hurry onto bus. Unconcious until school arrives at my window. Get off and go to school. Come home and start again, backwards. My daily routine. You should have gone to bed earlier Don't eat like an animal, go slower You should have gotten ready faster, now you'll have a rat-nest for a head and no one will be your friend because they'll be laughing at you and talking about you behind your back One day it all

Jim takes a sip from his mug of hot coffee. “So what adventure are we on now, guys?” The wizard looked at the strangely dressed man incredulously. “Now who the fuck is this!” he said, throwing his arms out in frustration. Jim looked around to confirm the wizard was talking about him and pointed to his own chest. “Oh, me? I’m Jim. Jim Halpert,” he said, smiling and extending his hand. When the wizard simply stared at him confused he retracted his arm and went “Oookay...” and took another sip from his coffee. The rogue simply stated, “This is the Jim.” “THIS is the Jim?