17. An age of complete and utter confusion. The lack of knowledge on what exactly your place is in the world.
17. An age where one is walking on the thin border between childhood and adulthood. Clinging to your childish thoughts, clinging to the little left of your imagination yet also yearning for freedom, yearning to provide for yourself.
17. An age where the undeniable coldness of the world is now sitting face to face with you, waiting to test you, to show you that only the strong survive and wanting to see if you are one of the strong or the weak. Will you lose yourself and lose your humanity, how far are you willing to go in order to survive.
17. An age where aging becomes undeniably aware moreso than it had ever been. You know your time is limited and you have no clue as to what time or fate will lead you to.
17. An age where your mind becomes your own and you and only you are responsible for oneself, you are responsible to make yourself one of the strong, you must endure.
And then there's the 17 year olds like me. Wanting to forever keep the whimsical feeling of childhood. Knowing the world hates us and hating the world right back. Knowing that we have no strength to endure.
