Why am I here? Sitting at this computer, writing about god knows what. Simple I want to write. Why don’t I get a theme? What should it be I ask my self? I can see it now, breaking seller the book because for being a true story about a normal 13 year old life. I wish it were so simple. If writing where simple I would have a book by now but I guess I don’t. Why is it that I don’t get asked out when I walk down the hall? How come nobody has a crush on me? I cut my hair paint my nails, put make up on as do the same, but I’m the one that is left out, why? Im moving hoping to die before then scared to death about my grades and worst part? I know im spoiled yet I continue to say I have nothing. Well it’s not true I have friends, family that loves me, pets, and caring brother that will protect me from anything. Or so I hope. I try my best I really do and nobody seems to notice if only there was a life where people could just live without fear, maybe it would seem too simple if we could face our fears. No fears, no worries perfect society. No life in a perfect society, too boring. What would life be like if we didn’t have binderies, didn’t have a fear to control us. It would be hectic. Is this story boring? Yes. Why? Because I don’t have a life, that’s why no one wants to go on a date with me, that’s why im at the bottom of the food train I try but trying is failing in action. Words from my mother. The failing in action part not the, you have no life part.
I have a true fear of spiders don’t believe me? Well I can’t prove it can I?