Another Entry

So, here's another entry I wrote before. The first paragraph was from a reflection paper I wrote on Nick Vujicic:

" I have limbs. I have sisters. I have a brother. I have parents. I have a home. Who am I to be unhappy?"

What if my parents don't love me? What if my sisters hate me? What if my brother annoys me? What if my house doesn't shelter me? Who am I to BE happy?

a girl asked me this. this girl was me. i asked myself this. but this isn't me. so i imagined a girl.

a girl who was lonely. heartbroken. ignored. only known in one window of Johari's windows. a girl who had everything. yet, nothing. a girl who was very happy yet very depressed. a girl whose eyes shine yet plead for something more. full of sorrow yet to everyone else is happy. the most caring person yet the most selfish. what was she then? nothing. positive plus negative equals zero. she was smart but silly. she had a cheerful laugh louder than the sobs inside. how do i know this girl? because this girl. is. was. always. never.me. two letters yet everything. one word yet a whole page full of words. me. me. me. who is me? who am i? i'd like to know. too bad i can't google it. too bad. too bad. too good. too me. too you. too much. too little. no. no. yes. yes. stop. balance. never too. because there is balance. when you have too much, you have too little of something else.