As I lay in bed, crying about events that happened earlier I realize that growing up is a lot harder than I thought it would be. As I can see final weeks of senior year, each day becomes a burden. Its a struggle to go on. And as the struggle goes on, I think about all the things I should be appreciative for. I mean I have my health, a place to live, a family, best friends, a boyfriend. Why do i focus on the minuscule details that bug me? why am I not happy? Why do I feel like crying all the time? Now I realize with all the “glitz & glamour” that I thought adults had, I don’t want it anymore.
Questions of life