Pondering on stuff
What really bugs me is when people say they’re fat, you know? So that other people would reassure them that they AREN’T fat when they already know that they aren’t. Because there are so many annoying people in the world like that, no one takes me seriously when I say I’m fat. It doesn’t even matter if they tell me that I’m not, it’s how I see myself that matters to me and when I look in the mirror, I don’t even recognize myself. All I see is a stranger, maybe a sparkle of who I was. And now I’m getting worried that maybe someday when I look in the mirror, there won’t be a trace of me left there and all I’ll be left staring into the eyes of a stranger. I am so confused. I mean, lately I haven't been myself at all...peer pressure is surrounding me and I find myself either giving in or dishing out the pressure. I would never normally do that, but lately I am...and it scares me. I wish that I knew what was going to happen today, or tomorrow even. I wish I could cup the world in my hands and just blow it away. I wish I had the power of God. To make everything to my liking, to see everything with beauty and intrigue. I wish I was a tree. To be a tree is to be one of the most powerful things in the world. Just think of the beauty of a tree, the majesty. Something so taken for granted, yet it giveth life to everything. Nevermind. I am just a silly dreamer...pay no attention to my rambles of wishes that will never come true...