Writing this paper was not my idea. My English teacher is making me. The problem is I have absolutely nothing to write about.

Even if I did decide to spill my guts, would anyone really care what I had to say? I am just a lowly high school senior, struggling with grades and friends, worried about things as stupid as the prom and as immense as deciding what to do with the rest of my life. Do you really think anyone would stop to read about how truly lonely I get sometimes, or how a stupid guy broke my heart?

So I sit here in front of my computer and rack my brain for exciting things to tell you. All I keep coming up with is frustration. I am frustrated with myself because I don't have the ability to write an amazing fictitious tale and I don't have any strongly held opinions to speak adamantly about. I bet I couldn't even write a four line poem that would be worth reading, and I am definitely not one of those environmental types who's extremely concerned with the depletion of the ozone layer, and yet I would still love to be heard.

I wish I were intriguing or brilliant. I wish I were strikingly gorgeous. Just once I wish I was the best at something. Then I would have something to write about. But in reality I am so boring. I get average grades, I can't play sports and I am certainly not strikingly gorgeous. I have played the piano for ten years and still am not that good. My family is normal, if there is such a thing. I am going away to college next year and I am scared to death. What if no one likes me, or my roommate is some kind of freak? But honestly I am not. I am just a young woman dying to break free from the monotony of high school. I want to be different. I want to leave my mark on the world. I want people to remember me as an amazing woman. But how could that possibly happen if I have absolutely nothing to write about. c