You get asked the question; if you were stuck on a deserted island and could take three things, what would they be? For some people this is an easy question, some it's hard. I suppose it depends on how many things you have in your life you care about. If I answered this question a few years ago I would answer it easy, however I didn't cared for a lot of people then.
Three things; Carly, food and probably something insignificant like a cell phone.
Basically the question asks you what are the three things in your life that you live for. Well that's how I see it but you can disagree. It's an opinion, my opinion but if you think I'm wrong that's your opinion.
Today I got asked this question on iCarly. The viewer looked at me on the monitor, eager to know my response. I couldn't answer. Or I could answer; the problem was I had to fight with my conflicting mind. My first thought was I needed to lie.
Sam pick three things, anything! Is the number three lucky or unlucky?
Why that thought came to me I don't know. I couldn't remember, perhaps it was both. You can't be both though, can you? If I think of myself, I'm not a very lucky person. My father left when I was young, my mother can barley care for herself and my sister got the brains. I'm an aggressive person. I like to be right, and seem to hurt people to prove this. But I've got Carly, that's lucky right? I thought of how my life would be different without her and it scares me. A lot of things scare me now. And right now this question seemed terrifying.
Telling the truth scares me, because I dread people's reactions to the real me. The real me isn't the monster everyone fears. The real me does have three things that I couldn't live without.
One.
I looked at the beautiful brunette standing next to me. I cannot live without her. Without her, there is no me. She constantly saves me, and because of her I know love and from her I've learnt how to love. My first choice has stayed the same.
One, is a simple and constant number.
Two.
She is the person who is me, but is completely different. She understands what it's like to be me the best because she's been through my life too. She escaped though, that's the only difference. In ways that makes her stronger than me, she left the people she cared for because she loved them. And I love her.
Two, is a familiar and strong number.
Three.
I've always felt passion for the boy standing behind the camera. Hate, strong hate fuelled our relationship at first. Then hate changed to love, just as strong as the hate. I suppose passion oversees both these emotions. He is part of me now, I feel like an element of me is missing when he's gone. The question isn't what can't you live without; it's what makes you live? I need him, he makes me live.
Three, is an internal number.