sometimes in life, we look at our selves and hate what we see. sometimes we wish we could be different, but really, do we want to be? we look at people in our class, at our work, in our home, and wonder... what would it be like to be them? we all want to be a "them". anyhings better then just being ourselves. we get tired off the same struggles, the same mistakes, the same people... we just want something different. we want to feel special, all of us. we want to be at the top, to be the leader, to be reconized as something great, or even as something at all. i wonder though, and i think you do to, are their lives as good as i think? even the people i know so well, are they as happy as they let on? as hyped as they seem? or, like me, do they fake it, smile, laugh, but never feel that true warmth of happiness... you have to wonder, you have to realize, we are all so very different, and all the very same. no matter where you are, no matter where you go... someone, somewhere, understands, and wishes, like you, that they had the life you lead.