This is what I come here for: Peace. As a teenager, you feel so many things pressing in on you. Friends, school, the future, expectations, potential, desires, demands. The rollercoaster of the dawn of adulthood. Parents don’t help much. They see the real problems of their world; rent, bills, promotions, health care, politics, crime. The troubles of a seventeen year old are a pittance, his very real complaints a mockery of the problems of the real world. But we forget. We all forget.
Weiterlesen bei kuro5hin.org: It was October. I was 17. I was Alone.