1:30 p.m. - 2009-01-24
The Forgotten
Sometimes I wonder why I'm here, why do I continue to breath while others fade away into the unknown?
Do I truly have a purpose here or am I just suppose to be a living testament to those who are lost like I am?
For as long as I can recall, I've been living like I never existed at all. I don't have one memorable trait about me.
I think that it's a good thing though because that way when I'm gone, I'm easily forgotten.
Oh, I'm not talking about from the world. I am just referring to the people I meet. It's good to be easily forgotten, even if you truly want somebody to have fond memories of who you were.
