I ...

Who am I? What do I look like to people, how am I viewed? Is there really that huge of a difference between who I believe I am & the person that others perceive me as?

I'm nothing special. I don't have any special talents. I'm not good at anything. I'm lazy, selfish and simple. I'm afraid of opening up in the case that I'll be double-crossed. I like to have fun but not get too close. I'm afraid of being alone but I tend to repel people away. I don't scheme. I get hurt too easily. I expect too much from the people around me. I feel like something is missing from my life.

All I want is to love and be loved in return, but life just isn't that simple.

And human beings like to twist words and situations, transforming them into a substance totally different than how it first began as. Nobody cares to listen to the entirety, they only see the end result. Just as they see me.

They don't see why I've become the person I am today. They don't see anything but the present-day me, or rather, they never intended to see anything but what they wished to see in the first place. They don't care why or how ... they only care about now. What's in front of their faces. They judge however they please and not a single thought of remorse passes by their one-track minds.

What exactly is my purpose in living? Have I impacted anybody in my life? Will I ever? Will I ever find a reason for my existence?

I don't want school to come yet. I'm not ready to be thrust back into the world of hypocrisy, false-fronts and an endless, repetitive, mundane lifestyle.