On the brighter side of things

No, I am not thinking suicidal thoughts. I simply wanted to express the previous article I wrote. It feels pleasant to be out of my system, at least for the moment. I'm still the bright, artificial being I am. Am I bright? I'm not sure. I think I am. I think I can. I think I can. I AM NOT THAT TRAIN THAT THOUGHT SHE COULD or whatever it was called. The first week of high school came and left finally, and it's now Friday night. I'm exhausted and amazed how a first week could've gone as slow as it did. It was like the third week of May, where you could see the light at the end of the tunnel, and you still had to wait ages more to arrive at the exit.