So im not gonna spend 20 minutes trying to sound like im not trying when i write this. Truth is everybody wants respect including me. I want to in truth sound cool to you guys. But cool isnt trying to be cool, and honestly i wont even try. I just want you to know....what exactly i dont know. This is supposed to be what exactly? Look lets just go with this and end with whatever. Dont judge. I hate when people judge me, think they can see inside my head, know what im thinking and feeling. So dont do that. Think what you want about me, im just here to write, to tell my stories, at least the ones ive looked over and over again, wondering if the rest of Booksie will like them. Because everyone on this website are anonymous. Whether you post your name or not, i will probably never meet you never know you, never see you. But i will read what you have to say. And ill have questions. Heres one.

Why are we all so infatuated with pain, with abuse, with sadness, and with love? Most of the stories on this website that i read...yeah there about abused teenagers, romance, pain, and sadness. Why do we suffer so much more then everyone else? or is it that in reality, the world outside this little internet connection, we are all pretending. Because honestly, i dont know if i am or not. People are always telling me be yourself. I dont know who myself is. But here on Booksie, you all write the same stuff as me, alot of you like me write about suffering and child abuse and being saved. And alot of you, like me are sad without really knowing it. Am i judging you? Im trying not to. But seriously, look around, almost all the stories are the same in some ways. Maybe its just me, maybe i have to look farther to find the other stories, the other poems, the happier ones the ones written by people who arent so screwed up.Do you know the answer to this question, cause honestly i want to kow, why just why?