(The German word for "the fretful sensation that time is running out")
Knowing that Summer was coming to an end made him feel anxious and sad at the same time.
He really didn't want to deal with his school responsibilities that would be thrust upon him before he even set foot inside the school. Or the people. God, he really couldn't deal with the people.
They were all ignorant and oblivious and yet felt as if they had everything planned out. They cared too much about trivial things, and not enough about the things that mattered. They looked down on people who attempted to be different, but then would look down on people who tried their hardest to fit in.
And yet despite all of those terrible qualities and more, he was anxious to see everybody after having spent his Summer only with a handful of the ones he considered friends. He hadn't even run into any at the mall or at festivals.
For reasons unknown his stomach fluttered at the idea of seeing everyone. It made him feel sick. He had changed so much this Summer, but would he change back to the person he once was because of dealing with imbeciles all day long? He hoped not.
All these thoughts made him feel even more anxious and more sad.
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Metanoia
Random(n) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life A collection of thoughts I've had, Stories I've written, Questions I've asked, And realizations I've made. Watch as I grow up and my thoughts change and my writing develops from 8th...
