The Teenager Mind

The Teenager Mind

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•Low self-esteem •Body Image •Bullying •Depression •Drugs and Alcohol •School when you see those six bullets, the type of humans that come to your mind is teenagers, right? if you're not a teenager about to read a book all about being a sucky teenager, well then I'll give you some tips! but if your teenager like me then our minds are probably broken into little pieces of all the torture we went through. and don't laugh when I say that sentence and think that I'm exaggerating, cuz I'm not. being a teenager is the worst. it's the worst time to be alive. if your pass your teenager years and you're scoffing at the sentence because you think being an adult is harder, I'm totally there with you! this story's purpose is to give you the real meaning of a teenager's mind giving my life as the example. sure mine life not be all that bad compared to other people's life. but it's mine own experience growing up that I want to share with you to help you and maybe open up you♡
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This day wasn't an exception. I cried over and over until I could no longer, I wiped my tears and took the packages in my arms after opening the door. In the house, nothing new. They were still talking, so I had time to drop off the packages, and without even opening one, I headed to the showers, cleaned my face with water, and went to my room. This is roughly how my days as a child went. I know that it cannot be described as an ideal childhood, but it would certainly be the most beautiful period of my life. Despite family conflicts, school conflicts, loneliness, and fear, I was happy. I was happy because they were all there, happy because they always remained, despite my faults, and happy. After all, I knew that I had not yet experienced the worst. Happy because I knew, that sooner or later everything would end. So yes, I was as cowardly and useless as they all claimed and even more naive than they would have believed, but this vision that I had at that age kept me going. Although the truth was hard to accept, I was given no choice. So I accepted life as it came; I accepted myself and my truth, my weaknesses, and the fact that I had to get used to the idea that I would always be the first actor to die in films.

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