So I had time to think for myself today. Man, did I need it. For those who were looking for me today at Lake Park, I walked around after our performances were done. But no one probably cares, so why am I even writing? Okay, whatever. So I was thinking about me and everything that pertains to myself. I'm not a jock. I'm not a prep. I'm not goth, a nerd, or a geek. I don't love being in band nor do I focus my life on homework. So who am I? And for that fact, why do I matter? I don't know those answers, nor do I even know if any one else does as well. You may say that you do to be friendly, but don't. Cause you obviously don't. I mean, as I see it, I only have four true friends. Ken, Sharon, Stephanie M and Lynn. These four care about me. They ask me if I'm doing okay if I seem down or ask if they should wait for me while I stay behind to change quick. They are just four amazing people that I know and I can't thank them enough. Others, though, ask me where I've been all day? So I'm merely just an object, is that it? Those then proceed to say that they will talk to me soon, and never do. Guess they don't care. Makes no sense, I tell you. I don't know. I just don't seem like life is going the way I want it to. That's why I've been upset. I saw "Hollywoodland" yesterday, and I have to say, I can definitely relate to George Reeves. He was just a simple man trying to become an accomplished actor, but people only saw him as one thing. That makes me think that I am only good for one certain thing and that people only care about me because of it (except for the four I mentioned earlier). Am I just an object to you people? Am I only cared for because of one simple thing? Maybe I need sleep. Maybe I just need some time alone. That walk didn't completely do it for me. | 
