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Dec. 4, 2013, 6 p.m.
Dreams: Chapter 2
K - Words: 286 - Last Updated: Dec 04, 2013 Story: Closed - Chapters: 3/? - Created: Nov 23, 2013 - Updated: Nov 23, 2013 168 0 0 0 0
Everyone around me always seems to know where theyre going. What theyre final destination is going to be. A certain occupation, university or other dream/desire. Ive had a few ideas of course. A singer...Im way too shy. A teacher...I hate kids. A writer....not good enough. Theres just no end goal that Im working towards...so honestly whats the point? Its not like theres anything Im particularly skilled at. Im just average at everything. Nothing thats going to help me stand out and make me more employable than anyone else.
But thats just the same in every aspect of my life. Because Im not exactly different to anyone else. Im simply nothing. Pushed aside, out of the way because Im dull. Im just kind of there with no real purpose.
I guess it doesnt help growing up in a tiny village in the UK, slap bang in the middle of the country where the only interesting thing is the beauty of the sunset over tumbling hills. Of course its always pouring with rain so some of that beauty is taken away and theres only so many times you can stumble through a muddy field before they loose their charm.
Right now for example. Its raining (of course) and Im sat in the common room of my collage. Its not like Ive excluded myself, Im surrounded by people. But none of them acknowledge my existence. Im not asking for much, not a full blown hour conversation, but is saying "Hi Kat", such a hard task to accomplish on a cold Monday afternoon? So I guess Ill have to accept my life slipping through the silent shadows for now and make the most of it. Too much light gives me a headache anyway.
But thats just the same in every aspect of my life. Because Im not exactly different to anyone else. Im simply nothing. Pushed aside, out of the way because Im dull. Im just kind of there with no real purpose.
I guess it doesnt help growing up in a tiny village in the UK, slap bang in the middle of the country where the only interesting thing is the beauty of the sunset over tumbling hills. Of course its always pouring with rain so some of that beauty is taken away and theres only so many times you can stumble through a muddy field before they loose their charm.
Right now for example. Its raining (of course) and Im sat in the common room of my collage. Its not like Ive excluded myself, Im surrounded by people. But none of them acknowledge my existence. Im not asking for much, not a full blown hour conversation, but is saying "Hi Kat", such a hard task to accomplish on a cold Monday afternoon? So I guess Ill have to accept my life slipping through the silent shadows for now and make the most of it. Too much light gives me a headache anyway.