I Don't Understand Why

by Homa Zader Khan

My head drifted to how much I'm just not into being noticed, not even in a good way kind of noticed. I had friends and a few acquaintances, but a best friend is out of the question. No one ever knew me more than I know myself. I don't know who I am, so why would they? I don't understand why I'm just plain average, I don't understand why I'm just me. I don't understand why being me is even a problem.


Homa Zader Khan hopes to go to Mars one day and live there.