i'm sick of being a teenager. this is supposed to be the most carefree years of my life, full of halfbaked plans, spontinanity and just doing shit for fun. but here i am making huge deals out of everything. great, i'm wise beyond my years, i'm mature and strong. well what if i dont want to be? i'm a teen, i'm supposed to be stupid, immature and indulgent. theres no fun in being this great model of a mind if it doesnt fit. but there's nothing i can do about it so i'm just gonna wait until my body catches up with my mind.
I feel like somewhere along my life there was a shift. Suddenly nothing was for fun any more, it was all necessary. Suddenly I'm bothering with what others think, afraid to link any connotations I deem negative to my being. Why do I care what people I've never met, who'll forget they ever saw me, think of me; this obscure stranger in their peripherals. It's a warped sense of mind and place, seeing the space around me in my mind's made up ways. So I stray away from everyone, isolating myself unwittingly, turning them against me. Self fulfilling prophecies, I succeed in creating this reality. I need to break free from my mind's mentalities, with which negativity has propelled me. So I've started a new sport. I call it neighborhood night dancing. Donning headphones and heading out alone to the empty streets as the city sleeps, and moving to the beat. Letting it compel me towards a freedom long gone missing. Letting go is an art. Complete release is a tough ...
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