Inside the mind of a randm teenage girl

Our Generation

Dear reader,

Have you ever just wanted to be noticed? Everyone wants to even secretly because that means someone saw something they liked in us. That person saw a hidden piece we have yet to uncover.

Thats basically our genertaion. We watch people on vine and youtube, tweet and facebook about people and our lives, tumbler our stories and pictures, and instagram the most random things where ads are constantly being made for FREE.

Our generation all wants to be the superhero, the rockstar, the artist, the poet, the author, the....someone important. The reality of it all though is we are the wannabes. The die hard rockers. The devoded fan. The haters. The populars. The downers. The misfits. The reader. The writer. The singers. The masked superhero whose secret identity is themselves revealed. The grown up teenager. The nerd. The jock. The cheeleader. The dancer. The athlete. The recored braker. The chalenger. The inverter.

We are all trying to be somebody while forgetting to just be ourselves. Thats the thing though. We all say be your self, but are we really being ourselves?

Because i see people making a difference but its only a handful and its biulding up slowly losing members by the dozens and gaining by the handful because f the opposing ideas and thoughts.

We are trying to change to the.world but inreality we are just building ourselves up for destruction with the way we are going. Yes there will be a silver linning but it will be decades after our destruction where society will hold us in impenatrable shackles of doom. Where we think that the person we befriend is a spy for your worst enemy. We just got to stop with the whole trying to be ourselves because your being the bad self disgiused as good.

Your missing out on life itself where it use to be about taking all those unessisary risks just so you had a story to tell the future generations. All we are soing is POSING for the perfect moment when we've had it already but were to caight up in posing that we missed it.

We are the hopeless romantics whishing for the perfect guy. The dreamer unable to fufil their dream to the fullest. We are the screams unheard in the posing we do for others that we've lost ourselve inside another person and our screams are being musffled by a hand of society.

We can be scared and be aloud to cry and scream at tines, and just be reckless because in the end we are not perfect but imperfect and thats what makes us unique. What gives us our quicky cualities.

We are not special just limited editions. Each crafted a certain way. We help each other succed.

In the end we wouldn't heros if there weren't villens. We balance each other out and we all have to cometogether and just make sure we cross paths and make mistakes. Say hi to a random stranger who looks lost.

We just need to be humans and let  yourselves do what feels right in that moment no matter the consequences that may lay because as long as you had fun doing that reckless thing you can say you lived your life the way you never knew you could. And it wasn't dictated unfun or a fail from sites full of other people with their own opinions.

You live your life the unplanned but somewhat planned lifeand you will meet amazing people doing that. In the end we are all...taking chances.

Until next time my lovely reader...