My name is unimportant.
To you I am nobody and to the world I am nothing. I am not well known and I am not rich. I do not speak out and I stray away from doing outrageous things. I keep to myself mostly, my voice hidden away for when it is truely needed.
I could have been someone you loved in another life, but you'd never know. I could be your future wife, but who will take the first step towards that day? I'm just a shadow until we meet. A bug that you swat away from your face.
If I was to be measured by the good I have done, I believe I would be very small. Not to the point to where no one could see me, but small enough to where you could step on me with your little toe and squish me. I'm not a good person. I've done horrible things in my life...but I'm not bad either.
I'm not evil, I believe I am just your normal person when you begin to think about it. I believe I am nothing more than one of you, out there in the world. Perhaps I am neither good or bad. Perhaps I am 'just'.
I hate life. I hate all that life throws at me. The bad thoughts, bad friends, bad home life, bad milk *cringes*. I hate hating things, but no matter what I try to do, I end up hating something.
I can never hate anything for too long though. So is it hatred that I have or is it just a bad temper?
I want love as well. I want someone to take me and love me for who I am. I want to be slammed against a wall and kissed roughly, passionatly. That would be nice. It'd be sexy too once you think about it...
I tend to want a lot out of this dissapointing life. I want so much but I can only have so little. Life is short. Can't always have what you want. Life is unfair....I hate those sayings. They bring you down, make you feel inferrior.
The Universe makes me feel small. Is there other life out there? Do they wonder the same things as I do? Is there someone out there on another planet just like me? I hope not. They'd be kinda weird. The universe can only take so much of weird people. Right?
I support the American Armed Forces:
When Mars Attacks! : A Journal by Morgan
Mars, the red planet.
Tinkerings and thoughts of a teenage girl...