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Grade
9

I don’t know who I am.

I don’t even know what I want, what makes me happy.

Everyone keeps expecting me to push forward, look on to the next thing, but I don’t even know what that means.

What does everyone think?

 

Dragging my heels feels inconsequential.

 

I don’t want to think, I just want to feel.

 

My social life is binding.

 

Years from now feels like seconds.

What if my life only exists on a screen?

How do I get my life onto a page?

Into a heart?

 

How do I love?

 

Why do I feel contentedly trapped?

What if I can’t do what I want to do?

Do I know what I want to do?

 

Is it bad if everything up to this point has been, Untitled?