An Introduction

 Hey there.

I'm a bit new to this whole thing, so you're going to have to bear with me while we get started. That's not to say I'm new with this writing thing, not at all. I've been writing for years, but I only recently found a true passion in it. I guess that's what this is all about, if I'm being honest. Also, let's be real here...there's a few reasons why I started writing, and to be quite frank, Fanfiction was one of them. But I'll get into that later, I've got a whole argument for it when people say how stupid it is. But we can deal with that later.

I don't expect to have many followers on here, I'm going to be honest. I'll be legitimately surprised if I get even one person to truly care enough to be notified every time I have something stupid to say. But, at the end of the day, that doesn't really matter to me. That's not why I'm doing this, or why I'm going to continue this. What matters to me is being able to express myself, whether that be in Fanfiction, creative writing, essays, or emotional journaling. Of course, there's always the fact that maybe one day, my words might be able to help someone, but I guess that's all anyone can hope for.

"If I ever do anything in my career, I want it to have been to help at least one kid in my lifetime. If I do that, I'll know my job is complete." I've had many people tell me this; teachers, parents, doctors, my friends. But in all honesty, if all you strive for is to help one person, are you really making something of yourself? I get it, as long as you can be there for one person, you know you're still useful and stuff, but why not strive to help as many people as possible? I know, you can't help everyone. But just think about it. If I ever want to do anything in my life, it'll be to make something of myself. I've always had this deep, hidden away fear that I would never amount to anything in my life. That I'd just live as a nobody, couch-surfing between friends and my sibling's houses, not even keeping a decent job. Never settling down and having a family. Knowing that I could have done something to make my life mean something.

If all I want in life is to help one person, well, I don't really feel like I'll get very far there. Because, once that one person is saved, what then? Do I just go back to floating aimlessly around the world? Do I restart my journey, effectively ruining the original idea of only helping one person? I've always had major respect and care for people like teachers and doctors. It doesn't matter what you teach, or what your medical degree is. You might not even have a medical degree, you could be a math-y doctor for all I care. But in the long run, those are the people we look to when we need help. When we need guidance. When we need someone to care. And they never quit. After that one kid is helped, they don't stop there. They make sure each and every person who walks through their door is taken care of. It doesn't matter the costs, they do everything they can to help someone else. I strive for that. I can only hope that I'll be that admirable one day. That I can be the person that makes that difference, one day.

Anyway, let me get off my tangent before this becomes a whole novel. I could write for hours on the subject, but I doubt anyone would care to listen, so...I guess this is where I'll stop. I just want to warn you now, I will be the absolute worst at making a regular schedule to update this blog. I'm going to be honest (again), I'm a teenager who happens to have enough mental health issues and stress from said issues, school, and taxing social life to last three fully grown men a lifetime, so I can't promise that I'll ever find a good schedule. I hope, one day, I'll be good enough to post once or twice a week, but again, one can only hope.

I hope you stay safe and happy out there, Love. I'll talk to you soon.

T.R.L