Dragonalex

Late at night, alone in my room. Lights are off, I can finally be myself, remove the masks I wear. Some know me as a joker, some a romantic, some know me as a fool, some a genius in disguise. But at night, in my bed, alone, I am who I always was, a sad, lonely little boy, who no longer knows where life is taking him, and is no longer sure he likes it.

Like most geeks, I played Pokémon in my youth. I played Red, Yellow, and Gold when it came out. When Ruby and Sapphire came out, I had already "outgrown" Pokémon, so I didn't touch them. I scoffed at the idea of more Pokémon, I thought they were retarded, I was certain I would never play again. Pokémon fell off my radar, as more and more games were released, I cared less and less. Recently, they re-made Gold and Silver. My mind filled with nostalgia, I kept a close eye on them, and eagerly awaited their release. And by eagerly awaited, I mean totally didn't care about. However, after they finally came out...I continued to