For today's Monday Manifestos post I'm going to share a journal entry from my character Alana Monroe. Alana is the heroine of my longstanding forever working on novel, The Chosen One. I hope you enjoy it.
Some people are peacemakers, some people are leaders, and some people are just born troublemakers. I was born a troublemaker. It’s not intentional. I don’t mean to ruin everything. It’s just that whenever I am around strange things happen. Things that probably shouldn’t happen actually.
I was just born a freak…I suppose that has to be somebody’s lot in life, right? I suppose that after seventeen years it shouldn’t bother me anymore, but being strange gets really old really quickly. Being able to hear people’s thoughts isn’t normal. People have tried to classify me. Suffers from severe paranoia, plagued with an overactive imagination, attention starved. The list could go on and on.
I wasn’t crazy. I know that crazy people typically don’t know that their crazy, but I promise you I’m not crazy. I’m just different than everybody else. There have been too many coincidences for me to believe that I’m making this up. This is reality. I’m different, but I’m not delusional.
I suppose this isn’t a normal journal entry, but that matches the rest of my life. The more abnormal, the better seems to be my motto in life. Not a motto I chose or one that I particularly like, but what can I do?
I probably should have started this entry by stating my name, but it’s too late to fix that now. Most likely I’m going to end up throwing this away anyway. I don’t want to leave a written record behind me. I don’t want to make my thoughts public. If anything, I’d rather just be invisible. I’d rather have nobody even know I existed. I’ve almost got my wish too. Most people don’t notice me.
I just wanted to ramble into the void, the vast emptiness that surrounds me. Goodbye for now.
See you tomorrow for this week's To-Read Tuesday.