Somewhere Im someone else

I am just here. I’m just here in the world, my voice is the only one I hear in my head and my body is the only one I’ll feel. I know it’s obvious but i mourn the fact I’ll never be someone else, like I’ll never know what another life would be like and this is my only run. And it’s completely boring, like I feel like a side character in a sitcom. Everyone has things happen to them just not me, nothing  happens to me. Besides getting grounded for $moking, J have such a bland life, I don’t WANT bad things to happen I just want something to happen. Something that’ll make me feel like an actual person, I feel like I’m in a show I’ve watched a thousand times. In a cycle that I can’t figure out, day after day feels blander and everything goes perfectly. I wish things would spice up but I don’t know. Maybe I don’t and I’m just tired of being myself, I don’t have interesting past or really anything interesting about me other than my looks and art. That’s all I am, art. I wish I was more. But everything more feels too much.