i saw the picture of 5 year old me hanging on my bedroom wall. i see it everyday. but today i looked at it and i cried.
suddenly i'm 5 again– wanting to grow up so fast just so i could do all the things teenagers do.
and then i'm 11– getting a perfect grade in every subject and hoping high school me does the same.
then i'm 15 and i mess up. i no longer am the happy, carefree kid i used to be. i'm scared to take up space, scared of standing up for myself, scared of letting people down.
i'm constantly living on the edge and waiting for the next bad thing to happen. it's as if the weight of the world is on my shoulders. it's not, it just feels like it.
and i hope it goes away. i'm 16, 17, 18. it never does.
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all the things that could go wrong
Poetryeverything was going so well; how did we end up here? hi i'm cynthia. no my introduction wasn't necessary. anyway, welcome to a few glimpses of my life from my notes app where i write about oddly specific feelings and incidents.
