I Wonder

Dear Reader,

do you ever stop and wonder?

because i do.

i wonder what it would be like to be somebody else.

to be perfect in the eyes of society.

to do everything right.

i wonder how much of an impact i might have on somebody’s life.

how one small word could make or break somebody’s day.

i wonder what my life will be like when I’m all grown up.

will i have friends?

a partner?

kids?

will i like my job?

i wonder what other people think of me.

do they find me annoying?

pretty?

smart, weird, pathetic, cool?

because i have this thing where i constantly feel like i’m on a stage.

i’m always talking back to people in my head.

sometimes i feel extraordinary, but other times i feel less than ordinary.

do people really pay me as much attention as i think they do?

on one hand, it’s nice that nobody cares what i’m doing or wearing.

on the other hand一NOBODY CARES.

i’m pathetic and poetic.

i’m artistic and autistic.

i make up crazy schemes

and i wonder what happens when we die.

this is me.

in all my magical, pathetic glory.

Love, Magic