Who Am I?
I am the boy...that doesn't go to school dances, and when I do go, I sit in a corner and read a book. I am the boy that people look through when I say something. I am the boy that spends most of his free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal. I am the boy that people call weird, and a freak either behind my back or to my face. I am the boy that doesn't spend all his time on MySpace, or talking about cars, girls or sex to his friends. I am the boy that hasn't been asked out in a year...or ever. I am the boy that has stopped to smell the flowers and jump and slash in the rain.
But I am also the boy who knows and is proud to be who he is, doesn't care if people call him weird (it's a compliment), who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who can express himself better with words, and knows the importance of the little things.
Copy and paste this to your account, and add your name to the list, if you are anything like me, so the people who are different and unique can know in their weakest times that they are unique, but not alone.
When the US and the USSR were friends: It was so beautiful, it tells the story of two friends who were forced to clash because of ideology and power. Only a short time before this they were fighting the relentless German war machine together, and then suddenly boom! Cold War. After years of bitterness and one-ups-manship the Soviet Union finally committed suicide and left America on his own to watch the world move forward in time. Everything America does is hollow now because there's nobody there to really be a challenger. The Soviets were always there to keep the Americans on their toes, they competed with each other like perfect rivals. Petty terrorists and piss-poor rogue nations won't fill the void that the USSR left behind. America lost an enemy and a friend in 1991.