"The End"

Alright so this is the end of the class assignment for these blogs, and it doesn't really seem like they did any good. I do truly feel this way. I mean think about it, they didn't help anyone with anything. They served no purpose what so ever. In my introduction I stated that I wanted people to get to know me more in these blogs. Obviously that didn't happen. When it comes to opening up I have a hard time doing it. I think that if people knew me for who I really am I would just end up losing them in a few years as friends. I tend to just lose friends left and right due to them changing. So the ones I trusted with information about me have that and can easily use it against me. Now not all people are like that but I have trust issues. Through out my blogs I have unintentionally not wrote anything about myself that people didn't know. There is something I would love to tell people, but from past experiences the most common result is doubt and most of the time I get made fun of. Now being 16 I could care less if someone makes fun of me, but I would prefer not to have it done. Now since I didn't put anything in my blogs that people didn't know I feel like I owe the non-readers of this blog something right?! Okay so my memory was very good when I was little and still is. It's gotten worse as time goes on, but this is irrelevant. When I was two years old all I can remember is a lot of yelling and a blinding white flash of light. Once things started to come back into focus and I could see again I was in a different place at a different time and I was now four years old. I had no memory of what happened between the age of two to four. At that point I was scared and that night somebody tried to break into the apartment we were living in. All I can remember is looking at the broken glass and then the blinding white flash of light happened again. Next thing I knew I was five and in a new place again. Ever since then it has never happened again. Now what I'm about to say next some people won't believe but quite frankly I don't care. Honestly if you don't believe in paranormal things you should stop here... Okay now once I came into focus when I was five I started to see something that didn't exist. Some people would call him an imaginary friend, but he was nothing like that. He was my personal Freddy Kruger. I would have nightmares of this evil clown who beat me up in my dreams and I would wake up with the deep bruises where I had been hit. Then when awake he was still around. If I were to get hit by him while I was awake you could see the bruise appear right there in front of your eyes. The worst part about it is when you reach the point where you can no longer take it and you strike back all you hit is air. My mother never believed me and thought I was just making it up. Even when she saw the bruises she brushed it off. Most people when they can't explain something decide that it's not real or not happening. This continued until I was seven years old when in my nightmare that fateful night the clown was running straight at me with a big kitchen knife in hand. I didn't run, I didn't scream. I just stood there waiting. I had given up on life. In my mind I thought if this is going to happen every day and I can't do anything about it I might as well just give up. Before the clown got to me a white figure jumped in front of me. Something that was definitely not human looking. This thing had a sword in it's hand and cut the clown up into my sign. If you draw an X and add a + you'll get my sign. People say ha ha it's a snowflake, but it's not. Ever since then I never saw the clown again. Now every time I write my name I put my sign next to it. I change it up every now and then but the main thing stays the same. Now you can choose not to believe me and go on with your day that would be fine, but for the other 1% of you that do believe me I thank you. Also if there is ever a problem that needs fixing weather it be personal or not let me know and I'll do all that I can. See ya=)