Random unrelated stuff

People keep saying...

this is an attempt at anaphora. i'm trying to enter the Atty's. six poetic forms down, four to go.

People keep saying “Life is too short,” as if it were a bad thing. But that’s not true, and if it were, it would only mean that the sadness would end soon. Life is very, very long, and it stretches out in front of me like an ocean of mistakes and pain and pressure. I will be drowning for decades.

People keep saying, “You’re young.” Their faces say, “You’re stupid and lazy.” I may be stupid and lazy, but I don’t feel very young. I have been worrying since I was three. I have thought more thoughts than an old man.

People keep saying, “You just haven’t met the right man yet.” But they don’t know how tied up my thoughts get when I talk to a man. How revolted I feel when he stands too close. How insulting I become when I don’t know what to say.

People keep saying, “Give it time.” But no time has been given to me. I need to decide now, or else that long ocean of unhappiness and discontent will swallow me forever.

People keep saying, “These are the best years of your life,” and it’s this, more than anything else, that makes me think that people don’t know what they’re talking about.