It’s like a storm raging inside me… all this anger, trapped and boiling, and I just want to rip the silence apart with a scream. Yet, at the same time, I feel an eerie calm, as if I’m floating outside my own body.
My dear dad has cancer… my life is a mess. All I want is for things to go back to how they were—or at least get better. The older I get, the more pressure and worry I feel. Why do people even want to grow up?