Just Average

I'm normal and that scares me. I'm not that perfect girl with just the right of curves. I'm not good at anything in particular. I'm just average. I don't want to be average. I want to find out what I'm good at; what interests me. But somehow I think I'm just going to end up living a normal, everyday life. I used to think I was good at technology. I always made fun of people who thought they were the shit just because they knew how to work their iPhone 5. I took programming and web design. But that just made me cocky. I thought I knew everything but ended up just like those shitty iPhone users. I took multiple writing classes. Surely I was the best writer in the school. Nope. Wrong again. I guess you could say this is the story of how I found myself. But really is just a story of my pathetic life and how one boy, one stupid boy, made me forget that I was average. He made me forget that I'll live a normal life he made me feel special, unique. He showed me what I loved most.