Things We Don't Talk About

Things We Don't Talk About

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The difficulties of change, depression, societal standards, friendships, insecurities, family, and our own demons, hang in the balance of todays teens. There are so many more issues and unrecognized things that teens struggle with everday and it is something that just isn't highlighted enough. ***** When most people look at teens they assume the way we are is because of the invention of the cellphone or social media, and due to the era we were born in, we don't understand what living "back then" was like. That we don't know how to live outside of the modernized society we were born in. That right there just goes to show that the things we don't talk about and the things that make our stories our own, are not recognized enough. There are so many underlining factors that contribute to the way we are today that deserve to be talked about. Things that we think others wont be able to understand. So, myself and some anonymous teens have come together to share our stories, talk about our demons, and talk about the things we never talk about. The things that you don't know, and the factors that were before modern time. Everyone has a story worth sharing, you just have to have the time to sit down and listen. #youarenotalone #freeyourself #THISISME (amazing cover art by: @soundthealarm)
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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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