I’m an 18-year-old softy.
I wake up every morning dreading another day of what I’ve spent most of my whole life doing. Going to school, forcing smiles, failing, and wishing I could change the world. Yesterday, I was driving home when I realized that I had no missed calls on my cell phone-I had no new voicemails. In five days the end of my whole high school career will unfold. I will venture off to a new part of this state to start my life. My “friends”, well, I won’t see them until I return in ten years for my high school reunion. I’ll be lucky if I find them on an internet friend finder in desperate need of a friend. They will all have their own life and I will no longer be the one that they come to get advice from; I will not be a helping hand. I was overwhelmed by streams coming from my eyes and flowing down my cheeks. A white fence ran along my car, a horse was eating grass near a pond, the trees were waving in the wind, and the sun was shinning- I almost forgot what it looked like because it hadn’t shined for some time. What seemed to be a perfectly painted picture was life. What I was worried about didn’t matter; it made me forget that I felt unloved. It made me realize that there is more than this.