I used to be opposed to writing fanfiction, because I believed that if you were going to write anything, that you should write your own idea. Now that I've become more open to fanfiction, I find myself thinking about new ideas wherever I look. However, there's a problem with these ideas. They're fanfiction ideas. Really brain? The other day I made up this beautiful EreMika story and then you know what I realized? That was such an amazing idea that I'm going to make it my own story. Like, why the hell did I write that as  FANFICTION. That was my own idea so why did it come out like that?! I don't want to come up with ideas, then mistake them for ones that can only be created as a fanfiction and then just write them that way. 

Like I've said for people who write Modern AUs. Some of them would make beautiful short stories or some lovely novels by themselves. I feel kind of bad for those people. They didn't realize that they should've done this with their own characters and then maybe they could've had a beautiful story. 

So basically, reading and writing fanfiction was probably a bad idea because now it's screwed up my mind and I can't seem to think of my own characters all that well unless it's in a fanfiction. 

Take my other AOT fanfic How to be Brave. That could've been a beautiful story about someone actually in the military. I could've made up my own world and put those characters in it and made learning how to be brave a side-plot in that story alongside the main thing. 

This next part doesn't have anything to do with my original topic I just really felt like talking about it to someone. So guess what Reader? You're that someone! WOO

I actually wrote that in the first place really because I was filling my own fantasies. I get really into shows and I wish that I was there full heartedly and I imagine myself there all the time interacting with the characters and having my whole own mini show. That fanfiction is basically me and my friend in the military living in the AOT world. I guess at the time that I just really wanted to be there and I wanted to see what it would be like. I look exactly like Rose in there and my friend is Eliza. Rose's parents are the same as my parents and Felix is the made up brother because I actually 5 other siblings. I guess I wasn't aware of how similar me and Rose's lives were and- no, who am I kidding? I totally knew and I was doing it on purpose. I don't care and I like it that way. 

I wrote the next part down, but it has absolutely nothing to do with what I was talking about. RANDOM STORY TELLING TIME. 

The first short story I ever wrote when I was younger was a story about Santa being discovered and I remember that while writing it, I thought I had some good description of how the elves looked and how Santa looked and how everything else looked and I could picture that in my mind. However, I did not see it the same way on return. I found it years later and I wrote that story when I was around seven. What's really funny is that while I was writing it, my sister had to this project for school where she had to write a story for christmas time. 

I specifically remember her asking me for help because I didn't have any problems writing my story and I was doing that for fun. That wasn't any school project and I just felt like it. I just sat there and wrote for a lot of the night and my sister was staying up because she had to finish her own story which she didn't even have an idea for. 

I'm gonna switch topics here. 

Which leads me to another topic. Why isn't creative writing more important in schools? I love creative writing. If my grade was based off of one novel that we had to write throughout the entire year, then I would like...ace that project. Why isn't that a thing?! I learned absolutely nothing throughout the 7 grade because my teacher was awful and I'm not afraid to say so. She was abnormally nice, for example she took projects from me that were due months before. That's amazing, but I wouldn't advise that for teachers. It got me thinking that it was okay for me to not turn it in. 

I recently got my report card in the mail and I actually got a D. I GOT A D. You don't know how awful that is for me considering that I've always had straight A's. Okay, okay. I got a D in French, which is a class that you're lucky if you don't fail. And I honestly thought I got that D in ELA when my Mom told me, because I hadn't turned in most of the work and just ask @TyrantTyrano ! I did absolutely nothing! I finished in my ADV ELA with a B+. How the hell did I get a B-freaking-+? I thought I failed that! I didn't even do half the exam! I'm still baffled, but I'm happy. I mean, why would I complain about a B+, right?

You know what I did after this? I started typing an entire memoir and then I realized what I was writing it on and I decided that I should just make it its own thing. There was lots more written, but I was thinking and that's actually what I talk to myself about. I speak stories of my life aloud (and when you're saying something is not acceptable behaviour you mean allowed @LizyBee sorry you said something in a comment once and I was going to correct you, but I just felt like letting it hang there) and then I think about how awesome it would be if someone were actually listening to me. ANYWAYS! Have a nice day.