If my mom finds this, I guess I'm doomed, in which case, goodbye cruel world!

Who am I writing to? The future. Take that how you will. I'm up for reader interpretation. :)

Anyway, here's a fact about me. I want to write something meaningful. Maybe I've already done so, but again, I'll have you decide that.

OK, I'll stop wasting your time now.

Yours Truly,

-maybe someday

P.S. If you've found me, I am a boy. People always think I'm a girl even though I'm not.

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Because what if it gets too loud, and then it's never silent ever again?

Maybe it's just me who feels that way.

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There are two species of "grown-up" in my head.

• the actual intolerant, closed-off, isolated, sometimes bigoted grown-up

• the one that society forces to grow up. But still growing, really.

If a grown-up is reading this, you know which one you are...or you don't, and that's fine. you'll understand when you get older-ahem, I mean, what??

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if blog activity suddenly ceases, assume I've been taken aside and "talked to".

-microwave

oops

i kinda forgot this existed tbh

our ela teacher assigned us an essay worth a lot of our grade and she gave us one day to do it. she gave us this hell essay because, while she was gone yesterday, five (or six?) people (our class has 23 students) acted too disrespectful for the teachers' tastes.

i talked to her and got her to excuse one of my friends from the essay, so now my friend doesn't have to worry about it anymore. but i do. so i'm having a reeeaall good time right now. <-- that was sarcasm. I'm working on my sarcasm skills.

"do you recognize this leaf"

Now that I'm back here after a month or so, I'm making a new pinned post. This is not for any meaningful reason, just that I simply don't like my old one. Again, posts here are sorted from newest to oldest, excluding this post, because it is pinned.

This is just a secret place where I do secret things while trying to hide from secret police. (not literally, but I might actually get in trouble if my school finds out I have this)

If you are wondering why I named this place "Maybe Someday", then you're asking the wrong person. I honestly have no idea. I just took the first thing I could think of and ran with it.

well, i've had this blog for more than half a year now. i think it may be time for some reflection.

let's be real. most of my posts are trash. but i will say i do like some of them. anyways, here's some updates

i am still into writing, and am making my own stuff as we speak! i'm also very glad to report that i am in a better place than i was six months ago. that is, NO MORE SECRET POLICE!!! (less of it, anyways.)

so here's the deal...I go to a new school now. and in this new school i actually feel...happy?? that is, i get out of bed every day without trouble, i can pay attention in class because the teachers always keep their lessons interesting somehow, i get home and i know exactly what to do for homework, and i get it done mostly without a hitch, i even go to sleep every night! and i wake up feeling...excited? to start my day? i mean, i can't believe i'm saying this. i feel like a toddler in a candy store. people here treat me with respect all the time! im really not used to this type of treatment, i'm not used to having this many friends, or... gee, i haven't even felt dehumanized once in my time here so far, quite the opposite, actually--i feel accepted and understood! at a school! i genuinely had no idea something like this was possible.

okay. i know. to a normal person, that might sound disconcerting. very concerning even. it's the kind of thing that i'd get many raised eyebrows for if i said irl. "what kind of treatment did you go through at your old school," the adults would say, "to make you even say something like this??" and...yeah. you really had to be there.

as im typing this it doesnt feel quite real, like i'm somehow exaggerating or faking my experience at the old school. i feel super weird, like things SHOULD go wrong at any moment. sooner or later i'll spot a gaping flaw, one impossible to ignore, and i'll wish i was back at that old school, the one i loathe and felt like i was being kicked in the face by a cow with when i went there. it's too good to be true, after all. but i shid you not, nothing has gone wrong so far. i am thoroughly confused but i am accepting it, or at least trying to allow myself to accept it.

so...i am in a MUCH better state of being than i was, which i am perfectly fine with and am actually quite happy about. now i feel like i should talk about the future of this blog.

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"Maybe Someday" is an internet weblog hosted on Padlet, created and run by a weird ass middle schooler whose name to this day is known in very much the same way that whether the chicken or the egg came first is not. It was created on one the last days of February (Which one? Just guess) after a particular series of events that the creator simply described as "very very complicated and would probably fry the mind of multiple medieval peasants should they gain access to a time machine and relive the experience." After we asked zem whether or not zey could back up this claim with reasonable text evidence, zey refused further comment, passionately repeating the phrase "What are you, a cop?!" before scuttling off into a dark corner never to be seen again.

Interestingly enough, the bodies of four unnamed young men were found buried in a small pond to the north of Chicago, Illinois, a few days later. Upon further inspection, the bodies were dated to be from around 500 to 1500 CE, and, after the inspection crew had gotten permission to examine and/or mutilate the bodies in the name of science had discovered that all four of their brains were fried with a "horrifying texture" as reported by the local news network before being quickly buried in a vast array of other more important headlines such as "Top Five Reasons Time Travel Is Unachievable in Real Life". The bodies were never mentioned again.

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i wasn't planning to reveal this story, but i might as well now. i lied in my pinned post.

its called maybe someday for a reason. i'll tell the story now.

when i created this blog, i knew that there were lots of things i really wanted to achieve, but many of which i thought were impossible. such things included but were not limited to: thought police not tracking me all the time, being able to exist safely, and having the ability to meet deadlines on essays about the dangers of an overly consumeristic society where individuality is discarded for conformity because we'd all rather pretend smile and accept that snowflakes only matter when they're in a blizzard than confront our problems head-on. i did get full marks on that essay, by the way, despite pulling most of it out of my ass.

i knew that, even if i never got to achieve those things, i would at least try. i knew that i might never actually get to where i want to be, for all i knew i might end up working minimum wage at mcdonalds sleeping in a cardboard box in fifteen years for zark's sake. but i knew i should keep some hope alive and hold out as long as i can, and that i should probably have a place to put my nonsensical thoughts in the meantime especially now that tumblr was banned within the district. all i knew was that, maybe someday, i'd get there. that was what i was thinking when i made this padlet. so my pinned post IS technically true...it was the "first thing" i thought of, and i did take it and run with it. but i also lied about the "not knowing why it was called that" part, so morality says it's a draw.

males, females, and emails: i think that this is "someday". at least, in this point in time and space, it is to me. no i will not be taking criticism, and no i cannot wait to read this again in some point in the future and cringe and laugh and think about how poorly this aged or how proud i am of my past self.

and i know it sounds cheesy and also freakin weird. but it's true in many ways, this is a form of someday, isn't it? and then we'll move on and on and on another day this will be the "good old days" to me. and that's okay. that's pretty cool actually. god, future me is reading this right now and is fuckin grimacing at how badly i wrote this, that's so funny. thats pretty cool too. hey future me, youre cool man, i love ya.

on a slightly different but connected enough note, i don't know if i'll keep posting. i have no "practical use" for this anymore, do i? i don't need it. not right now.

...but i can guarantee that, for as long as padlet exists, Maybe Someday will exist too. whenever i need it, whenever anybody needs it, it'll be here, trashy posts and long ass retrospective reflection and all. hell, Maybe Someday will probably outlive padlet in my memory, thats insane to me. you know?

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hey now that i think about it this blog was just me talking to myself for over six months wasnt it. well regardless, thanks so much for the last half year or so. (and who knows, i might be back. with more bad posts.)

wow, i am so bad at endings. im sorry.

let's just do it the old-fashioned way. ...much love

Yours Truly,

-maybe someday