I'm inside my room rethinking about everything that had happened during my senior year in high school. Bit by bit. From the smallest details to the most priceless ones.
They were unforgettable.
Everything was unexpected.
The friendship that I once thought would last,well,didnt.
The man that I thought would be with me,just,left.
My studies,they were mess.
My grades,from unreachable ones,to the most humiliating shouting F written in my report card.
Well, I thought everything would turn out to be as good as what I was expecting.But being the luckiest person that's ever been born,expectations dont just get along with me.
Before tears rush out from my eyes because of the awful memories,I averted my gaze outside through the small window inside my room,it's a clear day. I could see children playing with some acquaintance and some are luckily accompanied by their parents.
Once again,I thought that looking outside would somehow lessen the pain inside me,but the view isnt just a happy one for me.
I feel jealous.I feel envious.
This. This is my world. Behind a happy and carefree facade, all parts of my insides are trembling,wrecking into pieces.They are just surviving through little hopes that these will soon make sense. Deep inside I think I'm dying.
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Blindfolded
Teen Fiction"It is easy." I've been welcomed by life for almost 16 years and not even a hint of 'easy' had I found dealing with it. Every single thing is crap,bullshit. What could get worse?When could any of these possibly get better?
