From a letter, about an experience of mine

Dear Reader,
     Last night I had a repeated dream. It is a nightmare about a house not too far from where I live that has had murders and suicides, and even more terrible things that had occurred in the basement. The problem with this house is that I'm almost convinced it is real even though I completely forgot where exactly its located. The front of the home has a yard that is a normal height for a yard with a hill. The paths that lead into the house drop down three feet below the grass and are cement paths. They branch out and make a window shape. As soon as you enter this shape the world starts transforming and your brain starts becoming infected. The sky tints red. You hear roars and screams at random intervals and the lit portion of the moon appears to be the color of smoldering lava. If you overstay your welcome, you will go insane and likely die. I also think my brother is familiar with this dream because you can only have it if you have been to the house. In this particular version of this dream, I was walking with Alex and my new friend Heather. She obliviously tries to cut through the yard and no matter how much i preached about my bravery and courage to you before, I stayed put. Alex went in and pulled her out and we ran to my house to wait out the infection to our minds. After waking up I figure this house doesn't exist but I also feel like my brother is the only reason I know because he used to play around it when these things first started happening at it. I've had this dream at least three times while I've been in high school and it only happens when I sleep in.
     Now I'll tell you the original story I thought that my brother taught me long ago about this house. It has always looked exactly how I described, the front yard being the most important. One outside entrance to the basement is a barred with a gate while the normal door inside is missing. My brother originally used to play with his friends at this house and mess around. Ten years ago when my brother was fifteen, they were playing at the house and something happened to a girl, one of his friends, and they went missing inside the house and never came out. She was apparently killed, and I don't know who this friend was. I was just always told never to go near the house and never to ask anything about the house. I was never told the details because I was only eight when this first happened. Ever since then, walking near or sometimes around the house while thinking anything of it starts up the infection in your mind. It has this sense of knowing when you think of it, when I was younger I used to find it hard to write or mention anything about it to anyone as its infection would start in my mind as soon as I started thinking about it.
     Sincerely, Bard

I might post more about it if I rediscover the location of this house, but as of right now, I feel like it has disappeared from my world and has only been a figment of my imagination.

My buddy

I've been meaning to make this post for a few days.

Dear reader,
     I want to tell you all about my pal Tyler. He's a fucking boss and he's helped me out a lot these past few months. I owe him a shit ton because he's the reason I'm able to live my life with no fucks given. I think he's a genius that barely tries any harder than he has to. If he wanted to he could reinvent the wheel and fire at the same goddamn time. His writing is creative and passionate and he is always himself and never fakes. This guy is always honest with me and never bullshits me. He's a bro that I can actually connect with and I won't ever regret meeting him ever.
     Sincerely,
Bard

My Homecoming king campaign speech

I wrote this today in class during a opinionated discussion of homecoming king and queen as well as the more mainstream miss america and the like.

Dear Reader,
     Homecoming king and queen is an interesting topic since I'm going to be king. Everyone is going to vote for me because I'm so full of myself with humbleness. It's a competition. Like all competitions, the one who is best at what is important wins. Looks, charm, Humour, cleverness, and helping others. If I'm friends with everyone through sheer pure awesomeness and get all the votes then I very obviously have skills. Very important skills to survival.
     Sincerely, Bard

I read this out loud to my class and got a lot of laughs. It made me smile and I thought that maybe I have some potential in writing or something.

The first week.

This will be my first post. The purpose of this blog is to highlight my feelings of when I'm feeling upset. I tend to overreact too much to things that are no big deal and that's where I get the title of this blog.

Dear reader,
     Today is the Sunday after my first week of senior year in high school. Before the week began was the first time I've ever been excited and optimistic about school. I always used to be the kind of person that never looked forward to going to school and would always avoid dealing with people. Now I'm the exact opposite, but there's still a problem: I still suck at dealing with people.
     My first day was significantly different from the rest during the week. I was completely oblivious as to the attitudes of other kids that day. I never even considered what they were thinking. Many seemed to be in their serious modes. I was completely optimistic and ready to conquer the school with a strong positive attitude. I realized this day was different because of how my interaction with Kayla was. The first day I really had a lot of material to work with and I talked to her like she was one of my best friends. The problem was that the rest of the week my enthusiasm talking to this girl really died down and I really don't understand why. I want that vibe back that we first had, it was really fun, I assume she misses it too. I don't know how I did it. How do you get that best friends feel, especially with girls?
    My government class placed me in an interesting position near Abby, who I originally met in 8th grade. I've never had a good reputation in front of this girl but I found that it was really easy for me to talk to her. I'd say it was an extremely meh experience though. The most important part was the last day where we were to group up and work on assignment. For some damned reason she decided to belt out that she wanted to work with "someone smart." I honestly think this is a really stupid thing to ask for but I took it as an excuse to attempt to group with her. Why not? I'd get the assignment done regardless of whether I worked with a friend or someone I didn't know. I wanted to take this as an opportunity to work with someone I barely knew. Hilariously she tried to sit with my much more attractive friend Gentara, whom just exists. Unfortunately for her, my other friend Endow nabbed him before she could get up and make an excuse not work with me. She nervously said she would just work with Jeremy's keeper, a guy she's known for years. I don't know what was so inconvenient to her about working with me, we sit right next to each other and I have a smile on my face. This pretty much made the day for all of my friends. I figure I'd write her off as not worth the effort, what do you think?
      I went to the first home football game and really enjoyed the first half, and met some cool new people. I was ignoring all the downers and conversations that didn't include me and was doing what I wanted. After half time the band went on break for third quarter and got drinks and snacks. This is when I spent time talking to them. I don't know if you have ever seen a girl wave at you and say "I'm hyper!" with a big smile on her face. I hadn't seen this for a while so I just took this as an invitation to try something new. I decided to get up and say "I know a cure for hyperness!" "How about a hug?" I don't think this was taken very well and maybe she wasn't that type of person but I got called out on it by one of my good friends. It made me freeze up and feel terrible for the rest of the game. Something so silly, and so simple. I just didn't have anything to say to anyone for the remainder of the game. I figure that's an overreaction to something that really isn't that big of a deal. I want to know how I'm supposed to overcome those feelings and get my enthusiasm and optimism back in just a matter of 5 minutes tops.
     Sincerely, Bard.