Another try at monologuing, this time about High School. It's pretty short, and I just went over some things that mostly happen to me. I wish it was longer but I couldn't think of anything else. ------------------- High School has been a lonely journey. I've never stuck with a clique or a group of people. Instead, I always found myself outside of the circle whenever someone one rattles on about something. I just sit there, and listen, and the conversation goes on as if I'm a mere passerby ghost. I don't have anything in common with these people. I have nothing in common with no one. I'm too unique. When a person looks at you for the first time, they automatically judge you, right? About race, personality, voice, interests, appearance...and move on, not bothering to approach you at all. Some days you wish to talk about something, but you don't because, well, you have nothing in common with them. And there, you keep to yourself, and wonder if there is another soul to talk to. Four years of wandering around, going through the motions of everyday, the repitition of classes. Will anything break the cycle? It depends. For some, it's unpredictable, and for others it's dull and listless. I don't know. I'm bitter that I didn't have a date for prom two years in a row. I'm bitter that I no one asked me out. I'm bitter that I never had a relationship. I'm bitter about everything. I guess I don't have what they're looking for, and they don't have what I'm looking for. Alas, it has been a lonely journey. But, there's another four years, and after that, who knows? There's some one waiting to take my hand and guide me.