No, I didn't just join today, but I never typed a hello and haven't yet replied to any topics, so it's just the same. I've been in the chats a few times, but not for very long, though I do talk up a storm.
See how long this is? STORMS OF WORDS, I TELL YOU.
Anyway, hello.
You can call me whatever you want-- MPM, Poffin, whatever, though I think "Master" sounds funny. I'm a girl! I just don't really care about my name too much.
There are two reasons I'm here, I guess. Maybe three. Maybe a hundred. My life doesn't move a whole lot. I'm eighteen and recently ungraduated (on the last day of school I didn't have enough credits, so I just threw in the towel and got my GED instead), I can't seem to find a job, and other dumb teenager-enters-real-life troubles. I don't feel like I can or ever will impact the world, but the internet is a big place. I've always loved listening to people talk, whether it was about their cat, their dream last night... anything, especially if I could help them. I love that feeling of helping someone who just needs someone to listen and give feedback.
Somehow I found myself here. I saw all of the sad people. I wanted to help. I don't know... that's silly, really. Maybe they wouldn't even want my help. But I thought maybe I have a chance helping someone. Maybe. Just... make the littlest difference, that's all.
Of course, I'm a little selfish, too. Though I love listening to people, I find that those people often close their ears to me... so while I'm happy on one end, I'm miserable in the other; my own voice and whatever it wants to say is ignored. It's... lonely, I guess, knowing so many things about people who know nothing about me. Maybe I just don't matter a whole lot. I'll never be a big person-- a person with presence and purpose. I don't expect people to listen anymore. I know what my future is, and in that future, no one listens to someone like me.
Life really is just... hum.
People with so much talent wanting to leave it all behind, I don't understand that. Even insignificant people like me, who have nothing but, er, relatively good typing skills, still live. I'm not happy, but I find happiness in places, and I like to water it and watch it grow. Then I move on to find some more...
Anyway, I talk too much. I really do. And all about nothing.
I just wanted to say hello. And that it would be so great if I could make friends here. That's all.
So thanks for having me, if you will!
See how long this is? STORMS OF WORDS, I TELL YOU.
Anyway, hello.
You can call me whatever you want-- MPM, Poffin, whatever, though I think "Master" sounds funny. I'm a girl! I just don't really care about my name too much. There are two reasons I'm here, I guess. Maybe three. Maybe a hundred. My life doesn't move a whole lot. I'm eighteen and recently ungraduated (on the last day of school I didn't have enough credits, so I just threw in the towel and got my GED instead), I can't seem to find a job, and other dumb teenager-enters-real-life troubles. I don't feel like I can or ever will impact the world, but the internet is a big place. I've always loved listening to people talk, whether it was about their cat, their dream last night... anything, especially if I could help them. I love that feeling of helping someone who just needs someone to listen and give feedback.
Somehow I found myself here. I saw all of the sad people. I wanted to help. I don't know... that's silly, really. Maybe they wouldn't even want my help. But I thought maybe I have a chance helping someone. Maybe. Just... make the littlest difference, that's all.
Of course, I'm a little selfish, too. Though I love listening to people, I find that those people often close their ears to me... so while I'm happy on one end, I'm miserable in the other; my own voice and whatever it wants to say is ignored. It's... lonely, I guess, knowing so many things about people who know nothing about me. Maybe I just don't matter a whole lot. I'll never be a big person-- a person with presence and purpose. I don't expect people to listen anymore. I know what my future is, and in that future, no one listens to someone like me.
Life really is just... hum.
People with so much talent wanting to leave it all behind, I don't understand that. Even insignificant people like me, who have nothing but, er, relatively good typing skills, still live. I'm not happy, but I find happiness in places, and I like to water it and watch it grow. Then I move on to find some more...
Anyway, I talk too much. I really do. And all about nothing.
I just wanted to say hello.
And that it would be so great if I could make friends here. That's all.So thanks for having me, if you will!
