I found an old draft from April 19. I started a pretty good post:
"I should have known this wouldn't have ended well.
My dad bought an RC helicopter. I'm not sure why, but I'm glad he did. Its teaching me a lot about myself.
I have a lot in common with the RC helicopter. One"
I remember where I was going with it, so I think I'll continue, and finish it.
I have a lot in commob with the RC helicopter.
First, my dad loved the helicopter. He always wanted to play with it.
First, TE and I were great friends. We were always talking and goofing around.
Then, Dad got more comfortable around the helicopter. So he tried to get the helicopter to go higher, and turn faster, etc.
Then, TE realized how "easy" I was. He pushed me to go further and further.
The helicopter did as it was told. Because it wanted to. It was very risky and dangerous, but the thrill was worth it. It was fun.
I also did as I was asked. Because I wanted to. It was stupid, but the excitement was worth it. It was fun.
Dad was enjoying himself. He kept pushing the helicopter to do more, and more, and more. The helicopter realized just how fun flying high was, so it did. It was even more cooperative then ever. It went even higher then Dad wanted.
TE was enjoying himself. He kept pushing me to do more, and more, and more. I realized how fun it really was, so I didn't object. In fact, I offered. I did more than he asked for.
Dad realized that the helicopter was out of his own control, and not fun anymore. It was too easy.
TE realized the same about me.
The helicopter still wanted to have fun though, but it had changed. It had become weak, and stupid, and didn't have any sense of left and right.
I still wanted to have fun though, but I had changed. I had become weak, and stupid, and didn't have any sense of wrong and right.
Dad gave up, and the helicopter is only used every now and then, and only for a short amount of time.
TE gave up, and now we barely talk. Only now and then, and only for a short amount of time.
I try to hard to please people.
That was April 19, when I thought all that up.
Its easier to write now though. I don't know why I never finished it.
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