I would've liked starting this post by asking you if you'd ever asked yourself this questions... "Who am I?" and '' What's my purpose in life?"... but the truth is, who hasn't?
I'll share parts of my life with you.
I normally sleep a lot and love playing with my wii. At night I enjoy watching tv or a movie, all by myself with a bowl of cold milk and my favorite cereal on my legs; and my powerfull spoon on my right hand. I enjoy my loneliness and hate to admit it to social people. I dislike people from my generation in my country because they are so... lets say... I dont find things in common with most of them and myself. They commonly say nasty things (and feel cooler for doing so) to other ppl. I thought these things were gonna change when I got into college, but they didn't. I think this may often happen in other parts of the world, but I think it's wrong.(Dugh!)
Though I have to face it, I was like them ...but when I was 13 years old! Now I am 17, hello? maturity are you alive in other ppl's brains?!! I think it's time 4 em to start taking concience, but i'm so sure that won't happen. So my miserable, out of generation feeling will remain. But actually, there is something funny about it, I feel happy 4 not being like them! I feel special, and knowing i'm different makes me feel capable of anything.
I'll never forget this day I arrived home from the university and (I live on a tenth floor) watched through the window to the sky(lights still off), and surprised myself by the question that stroke my head. When are they coming to pick me up? I just kept glaring at the misty sky, because of the city lights and clouds above, waiting for an answer. Nothing... and I cried of impotence. It felt weird, I felt they had forgotten me... whoever they'd be. I just thought I didn't belong here...
It was a weird feeling, i'll never shake it off. Maybe it was my uncounsciousness creating a special world were I could belong... at last. A place where my thoughts weren't underestimated and people cared 4 each other... not caring how old or important they are... not caring for WHOM they are.
