Helpless

Helpless

Elayne and I
It’s Elayne, the forgettable one, which goes through life unnoticed. She is the wall-flower that may or not be noticed when people walk into a room, very reserved and self conscious. Having fun is what I live for, and Elayne wants no part of it. Afraid of what “they” will say about her, she becomes the wet blanket. I live for myself and eventually grow ashamed of what Elayne has become; a tiny ant, not seen or heard. She won’t participate in anything worth doing and bottles up all her emotions. I am boisterous, opinionated, and I run around without a care in the world. I admit I should maybe follow in Elayne’s modest behavior, but I am afraid that life will rapidly pass me by faster than I would ever wish.
Now, having a good time is one thing, but being reckless is another. I get into avoidable situations that I know Elayne would never get into, because she thinks before she acts, and some may say that I don’t think at all. I act like the world is going to end tomorrow, living life to the fullest. Goofing around and playing jokes are something I enjoy doing, but I don’t have enough common sense to know when to end the joke or to quit messing around. I tend to maybe rub people the wrong way and get on their nerves a bit, but that’s who I am. On a daily basis I get into some sort of trouble, and Elayne, she never does anything wrong. Over-thinking is one thing she does the most, causing her to back down from any risks that may come her way. I am not exactly sure if Elayne’s happy living her life the way she does, but for right now I intend to focus on me. We are complete opposites and I pray every day that Elayne will just disappear and leave me by myself, since I don’t think I can a bare sharing this body with her anymore. Her existence doesn’t matter; she’s an empty shell of a once happy person.

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