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Last published Mon, Sep 2, 2013
Have you ever wondered live existence all together. For example; why are you on earth? Are you here for or purpose or to do something extraordinary. I'm probably here just to blend in, go with the crowd. It was annoying. I wanted to stand out, I didn't want to blend in but when I have the chance to stand out I stay quiet. Most people say I keep to my self. I don't really see a reason to open my mouth sometimes. But its hard when you're stuck in a boarding school with stuck up kids 24/7. I've been at this school for 3 and a half years. I see the same old people constantly. I just wanted something to change but how can anything change when you're not anything special. Dull brown eyes; Dull brown hair; Average body; Average looking. I really don't know why I wait around for something big, or even something special to happen. Nothing is going to happen.
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