We All Want To Be Someone Else
Wednesday, Mar. 31, 2004, 6:59 P.M.

She is only as deep as you wish her to be. She is only as beutifull as you desire. She is only as wonderfull as you can imagine. She is only what you want. She is everything you belive in, everything you dream of and everything you would never think of.

As you sit in English class and look over you notice her. Her happyness, her friendlyness and her ablity to never stop smiling. She can talk to any one and get what ever she wants. She can sit some where and never be alone. She has the confidence you wish you had, you wish you could betray the life style you can only imagain to have.

You always seem to notice how wonderfully her hair falls and her lip gloss sits on her lips. The way she can hold her body and make her size 10 waist look like a 2. She is everything you would imagine to be. She is what you want....

As you stell back on the planet earth you notice her differently this time. She is not so happy, she is not so perfect. She is nothing like what you wanted. All she can think about going to do, is going to her room and crying. Running into the bathroom and dieing. All she wants to do is stop being taken advantage of. Stop being hurt. She wants something more, something real. Something she can depend on.

As she looks around the crowed english room she notices the people there and sees the one quite girl....now she says...I want to be her.

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Life is only as troublesome as you see it, make and work for it.

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As she sits in her room tonight. She is not sitting with her knees to her chest, or her knife to her throught. She is not sitting there wanting to die, or yell at her family. She is sitting there, and thinking. Really thinking for once. More then just thinking about her self, and her own self pitty. This is more thinking about the world around her and just how lucky she is...to live in a world she does....