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I wrote this for english late last night, oh god 3:00 a.m. writings.


I am Aaron Sherman, and it is not easy being me. Everything I do leaves some small signature of who I am. I light up another cigarette as I write another essay, with my headphones on and my dieing grandmother in the other room. It seems that I have stayed up too late again. “Oh well” I say to myself. I live my entire life with no sleep. The constant intake of cigarettes and weed should slow me down, but it never does. I close my eyes and take a drag as my favorite song comes on the radio. This is better than sex. It is my world, my love, my peak. The peak will fall, tomorrow, next week, sometime soon. Then I will see her again. She is my true love, my true peak. I have no friends, only her. It does not matter to me, though. I do not even need her. I always peak.
I have a lot of troubles. My parents used to beat me a lot. They were good parents most of my life. Then the abuse started, and confused a year of my life until the breaking point which all children experience with their parents. They no longer matter as mentors, but as the kindhearted people whom, given respect, will pay my way for the next two years of my life. I have fits of insecurity followed by bouts of narcissism. It seems that I have a hard time finding the balance that I tell myself is the key to happiness. I am a horrible driver. Though it sounds like an opinion I can state this with complete confidence, having been in two head on collisions in the past three months. It never gets to me though; I learn from every mistake. I have a hard time getting up in the mornings, and I smoke too much weed at night. I want to stop smoking cigarettes but I get sick when I think about it, so I pull out my pack and my lighter. I have this skin condition called eczema all over my body, and have to put lotion on twice a day to keep it below a noticeable level. I spit when I talk sometimes; now and then I will stutter. I pop my fingers a lot and my stomach always rumbles. It is OK, however. All of these things are parts of who I am.
I like to exaggerate myself most of the time, in hopes that someone might think about me after I am gone. I cannot help myself from drawing on tables and acting strangely, so long as I can captivate a person for however long they choose to pay attention. I imagine that every subtle move I make leaves some important trace, that someone, someday might pick up on it and put it into a movie. The way I smoke when I walk, the way I stretch and yawn in the morning, and the way I hitch my pants when they sag all tell my story. A person just has to look close enough. If they do, then they can see the way I work.
I have never done things the way I am supposed to. Most of the time I always put a twist onto it, to be different. My pride makes me an honoree person, to the point where I sometimes cannot take simple criticisms. I could never let anyone see that I do not know something. This is why I made good grades in High School. It was not because I was smarter than anyone else, but because of my sheer determination to prove to everyone that marijuana does not make people stupid. This is also why I dropped out of High School and got my GED. I could never see the point of doing things the way everyone else does, even when they are easier. I am destined for great things; no one has ever made a splash by being complacent. No one I admire has ever gotten eight full hours of sleep.
I do not need sleep until my alarm clock goes off. A long time ago I gave the self-diagnosis of insomnia, since when I try to sleep at a normal hour I simply toss and turn until I get up to pee. At night I live my life and I live it well. I do those things that make me happy, and let the weight of my eyelids become my guide for sleep. Rest comes when I can no longer keep them open or the sun rises, whichever is first: Regardless of tomorrow’s appointments. All I need do at night is get into my head and drift.
My world consists of countless physical pleasures and mindless ponderings. I try extremely hard to make every moment the best in my life. Every bad situation has a possible lesson, and a possibly enjoyable time. Every bad band has a good drummer. It is all in my attitude, which is usually unquestionable, filled with confidence and optimism. This wonderful outlook has given me the ability to find the peak of every situation I come across. I hit ninety on the highway and I can control everything around me by simply letting go, and letting everything I feel and think flow through me like electricity through golden wires. This can be a wonderful peak for me, as I often cannot stand the emotion enough not to clench my fists. Fortunately, this is only one of many different ways for me to get such a wonderful feeling.
The most enjoyable way is simply being around my girlfriend of five years. I feel such a passion for her that I could never define myself without explaining what she means to me. Since I met her, she has been my best friend, and the most influential person in my life. I have never been able to stop thinking about her. Long ago, I would break up with her, only to call her back the next day and say “I’m sorry.” Whenever I become bored I talk to her. If I need something, I need but ask. I always know she would do anything for me, because I make sure she understands that I would do anything for her.
I am every knuckle I pop, every cigarette that I smoke. All the people I meet, and every song that I hear becomes part of me. Whenever I act crazy, and whenever my behavior asks for attention, I give a part of me to everyone else. Every time I take the road less traveled, I know I am moving closer to my destiny. The nights I stay up, I find myself if I am lost. When I am in control, I let everything go, because all I need is my music, my food, my drink, my smokes and myself. When I am with my girlfriend, I let it all go, because all I need is her. I am Aaron Sherman.

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dbighead

Damn, that was good.

You must really be serious about writing.

Man, you paint a very vivid world when you write. Everthing that you put on this site is very good. You need to do something good with all of that talent you have.

Keep up the good work, and continue to post.

bc_budz420

Ya dude thats so good you have a special skill.

Super Woman

Wow...that's outstanding. I really think you did a great job. I might just be stoned, but I felt I could understand completly and realte to every point you made. Keep it up!!

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Heathen

Holy ****. You write with emotion and charisma incredibly. You leave your writing with a whole range of different feelings. Cained or not, that rocks!

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A fat oz next time your in the UK to anyone who can work that one out.

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potheadreturns2

I love everything you people just said to me! Thanks and keep up the comments, you're doing a great job!