Jammed

Hi , im jam. I have a real name but i dont like to use it because its much too long . Thus look at this. What other boys do you know that are called jammed? So until anyone comes up with a better nickname Im jam. Call me jam. I used to write in my journal (not a diary) where I wrote my daily life . Or at least when i had time to write. Some friends used to make fun of me (in a nice way obviously) by saying it was a diary. Others used to encourage me into keep on writing. And other just couldnt keep their eyes of the book. I loved hearing good comments about the book and how they wanted me to keep on writing. If only school gave me grades for writing.

I always thought that. When they said read, i read. Sometimes i wrote in my journal instead. They hardly ever noticed me in the back writing so i was pretty lucky. I guessed it really didnt mind teachers if i wrote. As long as i didnt talk my mouth off to my partners. But it came to the day when i was convinced into playing football for a while. I lost it and never found out if it was because i was playing football and someone stole it or i dropped it. I lost my phone as well that day. Dad really didnt mind. But I did.

It gave me another reason to hate sports. I never really liked it. I was the sensible sentimental nerd of the family. Never the most popular at school. I only had 1 to 5 friends. the rest i just knew them. My big brother was the athlete of the family. Played soccer a lot and did many push ups and curl ups. We were always so so so diffrent. In fact he had a friend that looked a lot like him but he was a year smaller. Everytime i followed them it turned out others thought he was his brother and i was a friend. Much too diffrent came to my mind. He was white, i was tanned. He was blond, i had black hair. He had green eyes, i had heizel eyes. He was manly, i was sentimental. He was serious and much too quite, i just didnt shut my mouth up. He was the sportist. i was the nerd with good hand writing and pretty drawing. But even though we were so diffrent, we always found a way to not squeeze our heads off. He ended up going to the marines. Something i would never think of or would have the oppurtunity of doing. Marines do lots of exercise while i can bearly do half a push up. Thus i wouldnt be accepted due to the fact that i have flat foot.

After my parents divorce, i grew much too fat. i laughed at my own self making life fun. A person would think this is akward but it seemed pretty funny. I really dont know why. But i did it and it felt funny. Lol. I one day thought it was fun to write so i bought a journal and scribbled down everything that happened everything in my young 13 year old life. Everyday i feel i become older. With older for some reason I feel i am 80 years old. I guess growing up with only your dad without brothers can make you age in the inside. Wiser. Older. Naa. More or less lazy or tiring. I have had a tough life. Not the worst nor the best. I would write about it as well but i dont like to affect others feelings nor live in the past holding a grudge. So for now ill write acuratley. But not now because i need to do homework and procrastination is one of my problems.