Dear Internet:

Being invisible is really underrated.
After years of trying,
I’ve finally done it!
Who knew that someone with way too much time on their hands,
and a higher than average knowledge of chemistry and physics,
would be able to so easily perfect something that scientists couldn’t?

Now I can people watch on the bus, or at coffee shops, or on a street corner,
without people being weirded out by my stare.
no more sidelong glances at me when I half-trip over a curb
or crack in the sidewalk.
Now my acts of everyday klutziness will be mine alone to laugh at!
This is a win for socially-awkward and anxious nerds everywhere!
Now, to enjoy it!

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So, it’s been a week now.
And I’m still invisible.
I’ll admit, I didn’t expect it to last this long.
I guess my understanding of exactly what I was dealing with
wasn’t as comprehensive as I had thought.
Also, I made a stupid mistake.
I had been so excited to be invisible
and to try out my compound,
That I forgot to perfect a reversal process for it first.

My mom won’t stop calling me.
She thinks I’m sick.
That was the excuse I gave her
to avoid family dinner or Wednesday.
She wants to come over and make me soup,
Which I would totally be up for
if I was actually sick.
But I can’t just tell her to come over
and stay away from my room while she does it.
If I say that I’m contagious
with something bad enough to deter her even seeing me,
then she’ll want to drag me to the hospital.
That can’t happen.

I don’t know exactly how to describe it
in terms that regular internet surfers like yourselves would understand...
I guess the watered-down version is,
that scientifically
my mass isn’t acting the way it used to.
Equipment won’t record me anymore,
and I’m giving off weird radiation.
I have to use chopsticks to type on my keyboard,
And even they seem to
phase out of my hands sometimes.
Like I’m not all the way here anymore.
If anyone has any ideas
let me know.

I’ve decided
that I don’t want to disappear.

-I'm Still Here

I think that everyone can write.
You don't have to have novels under your belt,
or certificates, or competition wins.
Because you know what?
If that's what you want,
then you have to start somewhere.

Every book is made up of hundreds of paragraphs or lines,
which are just words and sometimes punctuation.
That's all they are.
So you have to start there.

Pick up a pen,
or open your laptop.
Stare that blank page in the face.

It's terrifying, I know.

You're probably thinking things like:
What if what I put down sounds stupid?
What if doesn't resonate the way I want it to?
What if I don't turn out to be the next Shakespeare or Stephen King?

Well, if those words that are building up inside you
never get released,
then how do you know if they'll ever mean something more to you
than just an idea?
And how will you know,
if they won't mean something to someone else?

Until you try,
all that you hold inside of you
is an endless potential.
It's waiting for you,
because you have something that needs to be said,
and you have a story that needs to be told.

​Please, for all of us who are waiting with baited breath
to hear and read your words,
and whose lives your writing will change,
and for yourself.
Write.

See that menu there?
It's got everything we have.
Read it. Then we'll talk.