The Way I Am
I’m moving far away from all my friends in three weeks, but I don’t care. Why? What’s wrong with me? For the past two months, I don’t care about things that would normally make me happy, and the same with things that would normally make me sad. Why, when I look in the mirror, do I only see the bad things about myself? Why won’t the knot in my throat go away? I don’t care if anyone reads this, because it made me realize, myself. And by the way, adults, parents, never ground your kid long enough that they actually have time to think about life. Thinking is the worst thing a child can do. Let them be stupid and reckless. And if they seem like they don’t care about anything, they really do want you to notice. They don’t want a long talk, but sometimes they just want you to hold them while they cry, and it’ll make everything better for a while. Although, sometimes, they need real help. No matter how much they say they don’t want it. And make it someone that can relate to them, and that they can relate to.