I used to think every thing was fine and that every thing was normal. That everybody was like everyone else. The same. Every single day. Uhhh. So boring. I know.
Every body always wore the same clothes and the same hair very day. Girls wore their hair back in a pony tail and boys wore their hair short and back. We all went to the same school and got the same things as every body else depending on their age. I'll give you an example. When we are 8 we get the same bicycle. When we are 15 we get the same phone.
I am 17 years old and will be getting my profession tomorow. What do you mean? You may be asking. Well I'll tell you. You have to chose a profession from a sorting in front of every one. It don't matter if you like it or not. You just have to do it. Period. My life is horrible and I feel like no one else notices how bad their life is too.
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The Regular
No FicciónI'm just a regular gal, with regular people, and regular things. No one in this town is special or different. We are all just plain old regular. I am a regular. They are the regular. We are all the regular.
