It happens this same time every year. The summer is starting to wind down, the fall is approaching, and my spirits have plummeted. I've been feeling pretty low the past few weeks, ever since the "back to school" advertisements have reminded me of all I may never have.
Thanks to my differences, I have never been able to date a woman for very long before I've had to move on. I wonder whether I'll ever be able to get married and have kids.
Hmm...sounds like Clark. September fits with the Pilot's airing. So... Just before he arrives in Metropolis?
Oh, don't get me wrong, I have a good life overall, and I am grateful for it. Of all the people who could have found me as a baby, Mom and Dad were the best. And as a rule, I like my oddities, I really do. They let me make a difference, let me help other people in ways no one else ever could.
Yep, definitely not Alt-Clark.
Well, it is time to move on; perhaps a change of scenery will cheer me up. I had better end this journal entry now, since I'll soon be boarding the bus to Metropolis.
Michael
