03-29-2019
Should I still write "Dear Diary"?
It feels like something only girls do, doesn't it? But here I am, a 17-year-old guy sitting in my dimly lit room, staring at this blank page.
Nothing much has happened to me over the past few days. Well, today marks the start of my last year of summer. My last year as a senior high student. The thought should feel exhilarating, but instead, it's just... empty. I guess that's life for me-one long stretch of nothingness.
I glance down at the notebook in front of me. Why did I even decide to start this in the first place? A part of me thought it would help sort out my thoughts, but all I see are words that echo back my loneliness.
I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly, and then crawl back into bed. I look up at the ceiling, plastered with glow-in-the-dark star stickers that I put up when I was younger. They used to fill me with wonder, but now they just seem like distant reminders of a childhood I've outgrown.
It hits me-my 17 years of existence feel like such a waste. No friends to share my thoughts with, no adventures to recount. Just me, trapped in this cycle of monotony.
I wonder what everyone else is doing. Are they laughing?
Hanging out?
Or making memories?
Meanwhile, I sit here, wondering what to do with my life, what direction to take.
Should I join a club? Start a hobby? But deep down, I know it's more than just that. It's about breaking out of this shell I've built around myself.
Maybe it's time to take a leap, to stop waiting for something to happen and make something happen.
But where do I even begin?
I close my eyes and imagine what it would be like to step outside, to feel the sun on my face and actually connect with someone.
Just for a moment, I allow myself to dream of a different life-one filled with laughter, friendships, and the thrill of new experiences.
But as the moment fades, I'm left with the stark reality of my room, and the whisper of a question lingers: what if I never find the courage to change?
YOU ARE READING
DRIED FLOWERS
RomanceFor in that love, I learned patience and grace, A connection that time cannot erase. Though the colors may fade, the memory stays, Etched in my heart, through all of my days. -Shun
