Rae

My name is Rae. I'm 16 years old. I spend my days at school, chorus practice and with friends. I spend my nights screaming into my pillow because no one understands me. Don't get me wrong. I'm not going through a stage and I'm not being an emotional adolescent, I'm being who I have been from Day 1. My thoughts are not easily contained and I'm often receiving funny looks for bizarre comments that even my teachers do not understand sometimes. Life is hard, for I am of the eccentric community. The same community which drove Vincent Van Gogh to suicide. When I look at Van Gogh's paintings, I do not just see the wonderful use of impressionistic technique or commendable color combinations, but I see his world of loneliness. Mind you, loneliness is not a bad thing for all. I love being alone and looking into those paintings, I see every single reason of why I love being by myself. Everyday, the thought crosses my mind, "Why can I not be as ignorant as most?" By ignorant, I mean blissfully. It is a curse to see through people and to see beauty in the details.