Really Living

The old Trevor, who existed before spelling, was vacuous. He didn’t know the time of day: I mean that literally. It’s not that he didn’t know how to tell time: it’s that he lived in a dream world inside his own head. I so feel happier now that I am engaged with the real world. 


In the real world there are things that happen, and cannot be supplied by imagination. I had no friends in my dream. I created nothing; I learned nothing. It was a dark and unbearably lonely place, but it had one thing going for it: it definitely was better than living in this body before spelling.

Having lived in lalaland for most of my life means that I have a ton to make up for. I am determined to do so. I plan to live the cliche of living life to the fullest.