Empty Walls

What makes one person special among a million others? What makes them beautiful or different. To me everyone is the same. I see a bunch of people trying to be like everyone else or some who want to stand out, but in truth they don't stand out at all. There is always going to be someone like you. I tell myself that to cope with the pain that someone out there knows how you feel that someone out there is real just like you are. Not saying everyone is not just that Some people are trying too hard to be someone else or seem to care about stupid things such as money or things or whether they are connected to WiFi. What happened to the important things in life?

Is it stupid to have suck fleeting thoughts to hope someone is just as bad as I?

My name is Elizabeth Jabekins. Eliza is what I go by. My life is in chaos. War was created but no one really knows about it.