Change.

i wonder what i'll be 10 years from now,
5 years ago,
i probably asked myself
what i would be,
5 years from now.
would have loads of friends.
would i be popular.
would i be going to a good school.

now,
i see people,
their lives,
their blogs,
and wonder,
would i be like them,
if i took a different path?

they look happy.
well,
they always do,
annoyingly so.
with their little emoticons
at the end of every freaking sentence.

how they would underline
and italics
and bold
and color
shoutouts
like happy birthday,
say it to them in person.
it's called sincerity,

i'm different.
i don't put emoticons.
i don't wish alot of people happy birthday.,
i'm not popular.
i'm not always
annoyingly
happy.

i dare to say something.
i dare to spell it out.

so it voices down to this.
i'm different.
i've made mistakes.
i ponder over things.
i know more than
i probably should.
i think to much.
i'm not popular.
i have good friends.

am i happy?

am i happy?






will i finally be able to answer that question?