Daydreaming Thinking of Love {Samantha 2/10}

Samantha is spending the summer at her grandma’s, exploring existential questions as who is she and the meaning of life. She cherishes her aloneness, lovers the character old worn things have, does not understand cemeteries at all, and is a hopeless believer in true love…

I like my own world best. When I am alone, by myself. Everything is possible then. In my daydreams. I am not dreaming at all of the life my parents have. Not that they have a bad life, they are wonderful people and have jobs that they love. I just don’t see myself like that. Sometimes it feels like I just need to push through high school and then my real life is going to begin. Do I stop myself from living now? Or does the environment stop me? Maybe I should be a philosopher? Maybe I am a philosopher. My cousin is coming over and we are going to go and get ice cream. The only entertainment around here. There aren’t any other kids my age in the neighborhood. Besides, I like being by myself. I let very few people close to me, and even when I do, they only see fractions of who I am. Who am I?