I sit in my English class, and think about what my life would be like. What I wish it would be like. All these stories in my head have jurrastic changes, like lots of brothers, no parents, just things like that. I also try to play it out so that something big happens, That completely messes up her life. I don't even think that the character in these stories are me. I can never think up endings for my stories. In my head, I always leave off with no definite ending, and then start another one. Most of my stories are based off of books I have recently read. My stories never seem to have happy endings, though. They always end up leaving with some jurastic thing that changed her life, but you never really know what happens next, because I never finish them. I can't have it be a happy ending, because that wouldn't be realistic. I can have it be tragic. Sometimes I have to pick just the right song to go with that part in my story. "You came into this world, and you'll leave the same way". Well, that's how I write my stories. No ending, but she's alone. I think the reason I make up so many stories is because I'm bored with this life. I want something Big, something Major. Not sure what, but I want it. Badly. Minnesota is so very boring. I want new people and new places. Sure, there are lots of people I'd miss, but quite honestly there are some that I'd rather be without. Maybe I should start a new story.