Hi, I was 8 when I got on wattpad, my last convo thing was from when I was 10. Now I am 13, time is insane, time is a fear of my yet theres no way to stop it. Time is killing me slowly yet helping me live, time....time has passed...and I simultaneously hate and love that at the same time...I once tried to stop the time I had to live. I acted as if a kitchen knife would break the clock that is my body... the kitchen knife did nothing more then put a slight gash in a tiny cog placed in the clock. Yet, for some reason, that small cog in a huge clock caused a chain reaction of slower cogs, and this cogs made the clock take meds and go to therapy. This cog would not slow down the clock, because the clock will not stop the time it’s showing because one tiny cog. The clock knows to grow and heal the small gash on the small cog. I sit here now, not a broken clock but a clock that repaired itself and continued letting the time tick... but I still fear time, and the idea that one day another gash will come, making me restart my progress. I don’t want to be a broken clock afraid of its own tick. So I won’t be.. when I was 8 I found this site, when I was 10 I wanted to stop time, I am now 13 and I understand time is insane. But time is my friend not my foe, and time will do nothing but help me grow. Time....time has passed...but I am glad...for the time I’ve had...thank you
