Verdana has always been my favorite font. Its not to big, or to small. Its perfect. Unlike my life. Well is anyones life really perfect? It pretty much seems so in my town of North Attleboro. Everyone seems to be just a tad bit or alottabit more perfect then me. I'm a zebra in a some-what small town of white toned Irish people who has a body and a form of an unheard Asian dish. I have to consider why I'm here. Why the "alpha" (god) has put me into this kind of predicament. I feel like something is missing in my life... like this isn't it. I wake up and sleep without changing the world or inventing a new type of medication I just live in a fucked up environment we call the United States of America. I'm not a guanine genus. I'm not drop dead gorgeous. I'm not a natural at my "favorite" sport volleyball. But I try to be all these things. But why? So I can get up the next morning and try to be something I'm not? It's quite unsure why I'm here. What I'm doing. But one can only live there life day by day not knowing whats going to happen next. And for some reason i feel like i should know. I don't want to waste my life finding out. And waiting. Growing and living just like everyone else. I just don't want to grow, learn, and make babies. I WANT MORE! I want to live my life my own way, and not follow the regular "lifestyle" of a human being...
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