What do they think?

​I'm glad this is my journal, because heaven knows I'd never speak about this to anyone.  But I wonder what people think of me when I walk around town? Pretty, ugly, scrawny?  A no one? I'm young, I know that much.  People say I have my whole life ahead of me, but I feel like I've lived thousands of days and thousands of years.  Where's the youth I'm supposed to be? This is pathetic.  Absolutely pathetic.  I should be daydreaming about strapping young lads and picking flowers in the meadows and fields.  Thinking about marriage and starting a family.  In the eyes of society at least! By the stars. I must really be an outcast.  Instead of skipping merrily along and embracing a passion an idea, I'm a lifeless, walking corpse.  What would people think if Cassiah Nightwish left Bree-land? If Cassiah suddenly stopped talking one day? I hate these thoughts.   I really do but here they are.  Knocking at my very heart and soul.