Each day is the same. I get up, I go to school, I go home. That's all life is for me. Whenever "normal" people think of things like being raped or kidnapped, they shiver in fear and try not to think about it. But me? I love the thought. Nothing ever happens to me, I've lost my sense of adventure. But when those things come into my mind I shiver with excitement and wish it would, in fact, happen. I sound insane. And I am. I love the idea of being kidnapped or taken away somewhere far from home. Even though in reality, i know I'm such a pussy that if it ever actually happened, I'd cry and wish for it to be over. I guess you could say I'm conflicted. Conflicted between my "insane" side and my "normal" side. It doesn't matter, though. Everything in life doesn't matter in the end. That's just how it is.