Friday, November 11, 2011
Who Am I?
I'm an 18 year old Girl who is just out High School and went straight into college.
Name: Ashley C Morris
Birthday: March 28th 1993
Parents: Keith and Robin
Pets: 4 Dogs Ellie, Kira, Minnie, Dylan. 2 Birds Rainbow and Patches
School: Kaplan University Online
Major: Psychology-Child Development
Hobbies: Blogging, Photography
Job: Student Hoping for a job soon.
Fears: Heights, Darkness, Snakes & Spiders.
Future Job: Lawyer/Judge for Family Court
Sometimes I wish life wasn't so hard, and that I don't feel like I have to try so hard just to be seen or heard for maybe 5 minutes. Being "invisible" to people, if you've never felt like you can just stand there for an hour and wonder how many people will run into you, or wonder how long do I have to stand here till someone notices I'm here. Then you don't know what it's like to actually be "invisible".
Been over looked by everyone? Then you know what it's like to be everyones second or third choice maybe even their last. Ever feel like you have bad timing or no one talks to you like you never sent them a message? Are you in your senior year Yearbook?
Ever ask yourself, Do I really matter to people? Are my friends really my friends? or Who's going to talk to me today?
I'm asking all these questions because I want people to know what I feel like almost every day. I feel like no matter how hard I try to talk to people I'm not going to have those plans I set up with that person the next day. When I was in High School yeah I was known but really how many of those people actually really remember me. When they go to the 2010-2011 yearbook and look at their Seniors for that year Good luck finding me.
How is it that the people who actually have a great personality or who are really nice, unless if their out going and loud, how are they getting recognized? Some are some aren't. Why is it that I feel like I have to work harder to actually get recognition and be noticed by people and then all the work just to get shot down. I'm not even sure I should have written this post, because as I'm writing I'm fighting myself to not cry, but you know it's hard. When you've been dealing with these feeling for years after so long, they hit hard and it's not pretty when they do hit.
There might be more to this but I don't have any words to add to this post.