"So this is it?"
"Yeah."
"I reached the end of the earth." Sure enough, it was almost unfathomable, and unfortunately that's the word that I thought of. Could be better? I don't know.
I can go into detail about what I saw, but that'd spoil my endeavor.
"Well?"
"What?"
"How is it?"
"I'm not even sure what I think about it, much less feel. I don't even know if I like what I'm seeing or not."
"God, you need to wake up."
"I don't wanna yet."
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I've saved the world plenty of times before, but its definitely easier with other people. Teaching them is much easier. Almost fruitless, but I'm not telling them the truth about what I feel about heroes. That's gonna come back and bite me in the a**. I know it. I've got one kid following me around like a puppy, one girl jealous about it, one pretending not to care, and another overwhelmed by it all. I don't mind being a superhero, though. I just know I'm not meant to be one.
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And just as quickly as the store was built, it was destroyed. He came in charging and we fought. I was losing my faith though. Why should I be a hero? He was choking me, and I tried kicking him, but I'm definitely weaker than him. I'm definitely weaker than him. Passing out. But I see that kid, and I know he's gonna save me. He doesn't know what he's saving. But I'm glad he will.
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Just small peeks into my dreams. If they sound vague, its on purpose. And if its a bothersome thing, I'm sorry.
Dreams are all I'm looking forward to lately. Maybe I'll mention something other than a fantasy in the next entry.
To put it shortly, the first dream was me reaching the end of the universe, but I wasn't sure if it was nice or not.
The second one was me being a superhero when I was meant for evil. Then I tried to help other younger people who had powers find their place, but it bit me in the butt and I was almost killed by my enemy, whose the real good guy.
Its funny when dreams turn out dramatic.
Could I be anymore discreet?
Anyways, my dreams have more action than reality.
Things when I'm awake are pretty lonely. Pretty quiet. Pretty dull...
I'd like to say its changing, but how am I supposed to know? Nothings happening.
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