Friday 10 January 2014

A life that isn't

I think probably every teenager thinks that about themselves. Or is it just me? I have no ‘teenage dramas’ in my life. I literally have nothing exciting in my life worthy of being a story. I think that is why I don’t write diaries. If I did my dairy would go something like this…

While browsing through meaningless posts on tumblr I felt hungry. I would have got up and got food for myself but that would require getting off my ass and going to the kitchen. Then searching for food in the shelves and when failing to do so I would have to make myself eggs because that is the only thing I know how to make. So I just scrolled through my dash for two more hours until it was dinner time and my mum gave me my food. My stomach was fed. Thus I started reading fanfiction. Sometimes while reading I would question my existence and other times I would imagine myself as fictional characters because atleast their live aren’t as bland as boiled cabbage.

I would probably make a very bad fictional character. I would probably be the character who everybody takes for granted. But usually they have someone beautiful falling in love with them and them ending up being the happiest character in the book. I wish I had some sort of Prince Charming swooping in and saving the day, but that wouldn’t end well either…

Prince Charming: Wow. I have never seen a face as pretty as yours.                                                        
Me: You've  probably been blind your whole life.

Prince Charming: I love you.                                                             Me: Who is standing behind me? 
               
Prince Charming: I will always find you.                                          
Me: Don’t make promises you can’t keep.            

You get the point. I am not a great conversationalist. Sometimes I look to my friends and wonder, why are they even friends with me. I am not funny. Not smart. Very inappropriate. Too stubborn.  But then I see it in their eyes, they actually like me. They look past all my flaws. All my mistakes. They see something in me. I don’t know what it is, but it must be something amazing for me to have such great friends. And that is what gives me the courage to get out of bed each morning.  
                                  
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