I want to be noticed.
I want to be remembered.
The thing is I haven't done anything to remember.
all I've done is be the blonde girl in the corner with the sarcastic attitude.
Nobody remembers me and nobody cares.
I haven't done anything with my life.
I want to be one of those people that everybody looks up to. I wish I was more.
I wish I was better than I am.
I just want to be remembered.
Because nobody can remember my name and what I've done because I haven't done anything.
Life is a waste, my life is a waste.
And nobody's going to remember me for it.
The strange thing is....I can remember all of you guys...I know your names. I've had at least one class with almost all of you. I remember who you are because of your amazing accomplishments and personalities.
I remember who you are.
I know who you are.
But nobody remembers who I am.
But that's fine with me.
Because I really don't deserve it at all...and even if I was remembered it would probably be because of the wrong reasons.
People keep telling me how awesome they think I am and how funny and humorous I can be...or whatever else...
....But I don't see it.
All I see is me.
Someone who hasn't done anything with their life, doesn't know where they are going, and is never going to accomplish anything...
...and I don't want to hear any people saying...'no, you are great and you will accomplish great things'. and all that jazz.....bull crap...I'm never going to accomplish anything in my life.
Because I'm not important and I'm not memorable and I'm never going to be remembered....
-Alec Hardison (ME)
ME. I love that sign off, clever. I remember a girl with awesome creative art. I remember a girl who came up to me and lifted my insecurities about writing with her honest kindness. I remember a girl who has a different book on her desk every week in calculus and wanting to talk with her about each one. I know it might be the last thing you want to hear, but you're going places. I know it, I feel it. I see you, and I promise one day you'll see you too.
ReplyDeleteI remember computer tech. I remember every comment from you making my day. I remember someone I wished I was as smart as. I remember trying to figure out who was behind this pen name all semester. I had a thousand guesses and I remember being surprised and happy. I remember when you commented on my post and I looked for the line with your name and realized I'd forgotten a few people. I remember feeling terrible. I'm sorry. I'm going to edit it when I have time.
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ReplyDeleteI want to call Bull Shit; but i feel the same way.
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