I feel a fatigue from having grown old too young.
I sit in the classroom, and around me everyone lives their lives unaffected, moved on, from whatever troubles they face and look forward to a future promised to them as is their right for being the fostered generation, but not me.
I seek to move on, I seek to see things the way they do, and I seek to feel special from the presence of being 'new' to the world being sensed proxemically, but I am stuck.
I have been perfect before, where I could just dream of things, trust things, and always be correct for myself.
Doesn't roll off the tongue, does it? Do you feel irritated when a flow is broken, even in reading? What if I switched up the tone? SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI SKIBIDI
What's the point? Well, MY point is that you don't know what to expect with my story, and no matter what expectation of your own that you project into your reading of this that way of experiencing won't get you to achieve the very things that I also seek, if you're like me that is.
But I promise you, one way or another, no matter who you are or who I am, you will have the heart to change the world because of this story.
Thank me later.