Sometimes I wonder. I wonder if everyone is what they seem. If they all are who they say they are. Example. Some of the nerdiest and dorkiest people I have ever met... appeared to be jerk offs at first. I read a quote once. And, whether you laugh or not in my opinion, it is true. It's about friends. It goes "Friends are like boobs. Some are big, some are small, some are real, some are fake." See, I've wandered in my mind exploring with this quote throughout my life. I have tried to figure out if my friends were really my friends at all, or if my enemies are actually my enemies. I believe I have begun to pick apart the way they view me and hope that my conclusions as to where they sit in the sky are true. I have wondered. Why do people say that they are lonely. The reason why I ask this is because the only people I have heard say this are people who I believe are my friend. Whether they think so or not. And, also because whether they see them or not there has always been that one single person who likes/loves (If you wanna go that far) them and has always been cheering them on from the sidelines. I have at times wandered. I have wandered so far that I don't even realize what is going on around me. Example. I was sitting in my room one night and got lost in thought. I was so deep in my thoughts I didn't even realize I had started crying. I didn't even have the consciousness to realize my sister was yelling at me to say "what's wrong?". I have also wandered so deep into thought that after the hours of overthinking and sorting in my mind and coming back to self awareness I had confessed, written, screamed, shouted, yelled, punched, stabbed, and cut my emotions away. That's the reason why there are so many dead trees outside my house. And the reason why I have marks in places that I would not want to talk about. I have wandered so deep into wondering and pondering about certain subjects that I have at times doubted whether or not my existence in this world had helped or affected anyone in a positive way or if it is even necessary at all. I have also wandered into people. Not in a weird way. In the sense that I had gotten lost in their mind to try and draw a map and figure out what they were going through then help them out of it. I am a good secret keeper. I am also a good person to just wander around with. Whether it be with random conversation or music, I will gladly follow anyone into nostalgia or thought with the hopes to go on a adventure or exploration of oneself or mind with them. I will kick back, relax, and listen to whatever anyone has to say. Whether it be serious, or silly. Fun or boring. Whimsical, or everlasting, I am a wanderer.
