Do you ever get that feeling that everyone around you isn't even real? That feeling where nothing even seems to exist, it's just you in your head space twenty-four seven. That everyone you meet is just the sane person, just slight variations of each other? In this world, nothing really matters, except yourself, because you know, when you're on your death bed, it's just you facing death, all alone, no one will be there to tell you "I'm here for you", and if they do tell you that, they're a liar.
You see, when you move from state to state, city to city on a regular basis, you meet all kinds of people. You meet the preppy kids who are always popular but are never happy with their lives, the kids who find a reason to complain about everything, the ones who are simply way too smart to even be considered human, and the list goes on. People come and go, and that's how life is. Then there's just you, you know? Well, in this case, me. I don't really do much, I'm just in school and I do my work and I go home and just, kinda sit around and wait.
Maybe, just maybe I'll do something worth while for a change. Who knows?
