Now, being a sixteen year old girl, I am subject to moments of teen angst. What you are about to view is a result of said angst. I do believe, though, that if you look deeper you may find something of value. And so, bottomless void of the internet, here is my meager sacrifice:
I want to be a legend. I don’t want to be unremembered. I don’t want to be a vague memory; a blurred, nameless face. I want people to think of me and remember something I did, or something I said. I want people to remember me for the good I did, but also for the bad. Not evil, but bad in the sense that I swam against the current. Bad in the sense that I questioned the awful, boring facade of society.I want my name to be relished and admired by the good guys.
I want the ‘bad guys’ to tremble in anger and shake their fists at me. I want the oppressors and the common dictators to spit after uttering my name. After I die, I want people to quote my words in inspirational speeches. After I’m gone, I want to be remembered as ‘the kick ass lady who fought for good’.Some people may say it’s naive of me to want to be a superhero. I say it’s naive of them to think that your life has to be average.
Now that I re-read this, it really is just some cliche teen angst writing. Please do not be angered, by my unpleasing offer, Bottomless Void of the Internet. I would sincerely appreciate any comments anyone out there may have. And who knows, perhaps the comments may please the Internet more than my post did….