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*blush* Yeah, Right... [21 Nov 2005|11:59am]

Charming Lover Adeptly Rendering Kisses
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[30 Sep 2005|07:36am]
Oh, God, let Lois be OK.
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"Clark Kent, Please Report to the Main Office" [12 Sep 2005|09:03pm]
[ mood | depressed ]

Yeah... It was one of those days. Only, not in a bad way. We had these meetings with the guidance counselor to talk about college and making sure we were taking all the right classes. But you know, when they call you to the office, you always get that sinking feeling, even when you know you didn't do anything wrong. It's crazy.

Dad and I had an arguement today. That seems to be happening alot lately. Anybody ever seen the movie "Rebel Without a Cause"? Well, sometimes I feel like the guy in that movie. Except I don't have the strange desire to drive toward a cliff at top speed and see who jumps out first. And I don't have a nagging mom. But you get the idea. I just feel like my dad's living in his time and he thinks I'm just like him, and I'm not.

It's like... Like, he's sitting there telling me "Ten years from now, you won't remember (fill in the blank)" when I know that I will. And I'm not worried about ten years from now. I'm not even worried about 5 years from now. I'm just worried about being Clark Kent and being who I am right now, and living the life I'm in right now. Things change alot, and I know that. But you can't live your life around what might happen. It just doesn't work that way.

Oh, well... Sorry, another whiney entry.

Yours truly,
Clark Kent

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Who am I, anyway? [10 Sep 2005|03:24pm]
[ mood | lonely ]

Yeah. I'm Clark Kent. I'm adopted. And, the strange thing is... I look like everybody else... But I'm different. I know I am. I wish I could just be normal, but I'm not. And I hate it. I want to be like everybody else. I don't want to have secrets that scare me as much as they scare other people. I don't mind helping people, but I'm always the one who has to save them.

I know, it sounds like I'm just whining. But I'm not. Really, I'm not. I just feel so alone, because noone understands. Not even my parents. I mean, I love them, and they love me, but they don't understand. They can't. They've never had these problems. But... They could at least try. Mom does, I'll give her that. But Dad? I love Dad... But sometimes, I just don't think he even cares. All he ever does is tell me, "You can't, Clark. Do you want someone to find out your secret?" Or, "You shouldn't spend so much time with Lex, Clark. He'll just find out your secret and use it against you.

Why can't there be anyone who understands?

OK, I'll stop whining now. Sorry.

Yours truly,
Clark Kent

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[09 Sep 2005|05:36pm]
I'm Clark Kent. I have too many secrets to share right now, but I will someday.
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