Time is something we can't escape right? When our time comes it goes like that and like any good thing it goes without good bye. An hour isn't that long. Sixty minutes, three thousand six hundred seconds. How long would it take find a meaning? Because in one lifetime we have one chance, to find it, make friends and become something other than just a person, but a purpose with reason. It goes without saying that not everyone finds their full purpose and even those who do are missing something. And where I stand? I'd rather tell you about how this means nothing to me and that I rebel against my own beliefs but even I can't make myself bask in the ignorance that as of now, I am just a smudge of dirt on the huge masterpiece of life. Being one of those 'I'm too creative to fit in' kind of teenagers you could say its a given I'm not pretty. I'll look back on my teen years with a deepening frown, huge framed glasses to fit over huge green eyes. Its like my face is hidden behind them but its how I like it. My hair is normally just brushed and pushed to my back, long thick locks of straight amber brown hair gone to waste. I could be a model if I wasn't so against the degrading it makes other girls feel when they open a magazine. I don't get jealous like any other girl would when she sees a tall skinny model like that. Nope. I'm not even the jealous type.
As for my place on the steps of social acceptance I'm probably at the bottom, or below it. I get along better with books than people. Their too much about where they fit whereas in a book the first page doesn't tell you that you're too uncool to read it. So I just gave up on trying to seek friends. But alas there is just a spoon full of people that think I'm pretty ok. Ali is my partner in crime, has been since third grade when we were both left alone on the playground while everyone else played hide and go cheat. Ali is taller than me by a whole head, with hair twice as long as mine too, gold hair pouring to her waist. Her face is so lively, even with a frown upon it she radiates a soft happy glow. If anyone is to stick by me in a time like this...its her.
And now as I see my sanity swirling down the drain, I yearn for just the smallest nibble of home, Ali, something I recognize. This can't all just be, to be right? Nothing ever just happens, there is always a purpose....right?
