VanessaKnight

    The white, puffy clouds roll across my vision as I waste away my time just lying down by myself. All alone, again. I'm not complaining, though. There's nothing wrong with being alone, once you get used to it. I just get a feeling sometimes as I think. I think about myself, and what I'm doing. Nothing. Nothing, but rest upon an unknown hill and think. I do nothing to make my life worthwhile, nothing to make myself noticed. Nothing to be. . . special. So who am I? Who is this person who just wastes away their life, unable to make a mark on this vast world they live in? Well, my name isn't important. Because no one ever knows who I am.