Hello, good people. I am Sophie, alone in the world. I observe the madness going on around me and think, Am I the only sane one? Or is everyone else sane and I the mental one? I will record some of the madness going on around me and think, hope, really, that another sane person will read this and realize some peace in their own world, apart but connected to mine. Sophie is what they call me, but is it really my name? Is it just a word, crudely labeling me? Am I not different? Must I be... just Sophie?
There are many Sophie's in this world, all different. Can't we be judged differently, too? From the day I was born, I am labeled as Sophie, called Sophie, cursed as Sophie. I want to be completely different from this common calling. I want to be called as me! just me. Not Sophie. Common Sophie. Silly Sophie.
I will tell you that I am not grown, just a barely teen. I fear growing old, I want eternal youth. I want to be forever young and beautiful. From the day after I turn eighteen I am disgusting. I want to be forever sixteen, seventeen. Just young. Is there no way to achieve this dream? I think not. I will try. And I will succeed.
I must go, but surely as the sun rises I will be back. Back to record the Song of Solitude I unwilling sing.
Au revoir,
Sophie
