As you age time seems to speed up. Seconds could be minutes, and minutes hours, days into weeks, weeks to months and soon you find yourself at this insignificant moment. You think about this phenomenon and remember the last time you noticed the same thing. That day that is another moment of our lives spent. Everything you remember is a blur. For all you know you could have done something that is now wiped from your memory; your memory as you know it may not be the truth. Of course logic takes this thought over.

Everyday I can�t wait to sleep and every morning I wake, I turn of my alarm clock and fall back to sleep until someone wakes me up. I wish that one day no one would come screaming into my room to turn on the lights and drag me out of bed. One day I hope to be left alone and enjoy my favorite part of life. Sleep is an adventure. I fear the nightmares that I will have, and the morning that will put me into shoes I cant fill, and bring responsibilities I cant handle. I fear the day I will be forced into change and I fear the people who wont laugh when I make a joke, the people who torment me when I screw up.

Have you ever made a joke that people have laughed at? Were you ever made fun of for making a bad joke by the same people? I would say ninety percent of the time I make a joke people laugh, but that one in ten times they don�t, I am flaked by shit I don�t need. Either laugh at what I say or always make fun of me. I could care less if someone hated me, but when the people I love make fun of me it hurts more than anything. I don�t think I have ever fit in with anyone. I am always alone.

When you smile the world smiles with you, but when you cry, you cry alone.
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