There's moments like these that I wish I knew what is to come. The sheer bliss of birth of your first child. The feeling of accomplishment when he graduates college. The humdrum of everyday life flies by faster than speedy Gonzalez the mouse, and I ponder as to why I waste it on such a putrid,well, everything.
I try my best to think of others and how I can be selfless. But, realizing that it just gives them the ability to trample over me like a herd of gazelles creates an anxious feeling. I'm not so quiet because I want to be, it's just how I get to know others. I can change a lot in an hour. From happy to sad. From gleeful to morbid. I can tell you things but most of the time I say them to seem like an interesting person. I don't know how to act around others unless they take the initiative. I conforms personality to others like the follower I am. I dislike myself for ignoring I don't, but I know I do. Watching others, it's what I do best. I should have tried harder, I don't belong here. I could move or stay. Although, I'd have no place to go. What's the point of a pencil not being sharpened? It just hasn't been used to its potential. Not knowing where you're going with anything. Just doing things an not thinking of the consequences.
I hope that whom ever is reading this, doesn't see me as a dead body. But, as a person that lived their life to their potential. I was going to die anyways, so, I might have gone out with a bang to others.
- Mr.Chandler
