in the end.

Sometimes I wonder, "Do I even matter anymore?"

I suppose I can pretend that I make sense in this world, but it won't make much of a difference.

You see, to you, I'm nothing more than the grades that I achieve. But I can't keep up with it anymore. I suppose I can work harder and harder, but I figured that I want more out of life than this. But this is all you expect from me. I wish you'd see past what I can do, and take notice of who I am instead. Do you know what my favorite color is? What about my interests? What about what I want? I suppose it doesn't matter. So in the end, do I matter?