Sometimes I wonder why I ended up where I am. This whole "God's plan" bullshit has gotten a little bit skewed. But, no matter what I guess I have no control.
Truly, I can not control anything other than myself and even I feel unstable, I feel as if I'm going to shatter. Maybe I will shatter, like a thousand pieces raining down onto the earth. I hope I shatter, then maybe, just maybe the world could understand why I am this way.
It's really frustrating, coming in and out each day, I wake up get ready, go to school, come home, rinse and repeat. My life is too... formulaic... too empty. Every day a carbon copy of the last continuing till I die.
What a sad fate it really is, a fate that awaits me every day I wake up. Sure, some things are different, new drama, and yeah I have the people around me. But I'm still the same, I'm still the carbon copy from yesterday, from the day before, and the day before that.
Truthfully, I wish I could be okay with it, I wish I could sit back and let the days roll by and be okay with the carbon copy fate; but, I'm not. I'm not satisfied staying the same, the same old piece of glass. See through me and see nothing inside.
Maybe by shattering I can become something new, but no one likes broken things. No one likes cleaning up the broken things, and I think that's okay with me. I don't need a street sweeper to pick up the shards of my personality. I think I can... well... maybe I can.
Who cares anyway? It's my damn life and I can do with it as I please. Fuck it right? As long as no one is caught up in the glass it's okay if I shatter.... when I shatter.
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A/N: sorry this is so short but I hope to update more frequently.
