Dear anonymous reader, I often try to convey myself as being intelligent though I never finished college. I know I look healthy, but I am a walking epitome of obesity. When I do happen to find something I adore about my appearance, its often ruined by the thought that I will one day die, and this part of me will be nothing more than decaying flesh. As your superior I would be flawed; as your peer I am impeccably average. For tomorrow I will dream of having qualities Ill never obtain. My name is David, and I am a crayon. I may not be significant to the world, but I have the ability to color myself in as a quill to those who matter, and that is enough to be proud of who I am.
Posted on: Thu, 06 Nov 2014 00:13:02 +0000