HEY,

I am aware that sometimes I embarrass myself. That I, myself, criticize my own disasters because I am such a disaster child—sometimes. Sometimes? Whatever.

So here's the context! Yesterday while eating lunch in school, Toni asked if I can lend my seventh grade mathematics notes to his younger brother. And since I know he doesn't take notes, I agreed. I'm not gonna use those notes anyway so might as well, give them to someone else to lessen the mess in my room.

So after I ate dinner, I headed upstairs and looked for my notes. And while searching, I found ancient papers that should have been set to fire—no, they should've never existed! Like my blood went up to my head because of cringe when I saw the stories I wrote when I was still a kid!

And yeah, I tried reading some of them. But good Lord, those were so...I don't know. I don't know how to describe them. Any adjective isn't applicable on the stories I just saw/read. All I can say is that, it was a traumatizing experience and I want to forget 'em right away, especially my freaking pen name that I refuse to talk about, I didn't even want to think about it!

Not until shit happened—if we don't consider me finding the stories I wrote a shitty happening.

Going back, I immediately collected the scattered papers when I finally saw my notes. And do remember that nothing was in my mind but the stories—and my pen name. Which I tried to brush off, but yeah, they're just too cringey to be forgetable.

So, going back (again) to my orginal story—it was all over the place, no? Anyway, I gave the notes to Toni and then he said 'thanks' then he left to pass it to his brother.

BUT, something unexpected and embarrassing happened when he came back. Like, I just want to be eaten by the soil, jump out of the window, or run away from him.

Because when he came back, he called me 'EidLikeToTeachTheWorldToSing'! I was so shocked that I was not able to compehend at first not until he grinned and showed me a paper with my amazing story entitled: 'The Baby Monster in the Canal'. Basing from the title, I hope you already know what I felt. Really, I just want to roll my way out from our classroom that time.

These happenings made me question my life choices when I was still a child. It made me think on why the hell can't I even think a proper pen name? What was I thinking? Was I listening too much to that song? Did I thought it was a good pun? Heck, it was terrible.

Anyway, all I want right now is a peaceful headspace. And I hope I won't have a dream about my stories, especially the baby monster.

Good Night!

-Eid

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I'd Like To Teach The World To Sing (In Perfect Harmony) – The New Seekers