Waiting. Constantly waiting. What do teenagers do but wait? We wait for others approval, we wait to mature, we wait to truly begin life. I feel like I’m actually just sitting in a waiting room twiddling my thumbs half the time. There’s so much to my existence that I can’t touch yet and the knowledge of what’s beyond my grasp pains me everyday. I sit in class and listen to things I needn’t learn, I sit on my laptop searching for fragments of other peoples successes so that I can cherish them until finally I can make those mistakes, type out my woes and just… live.
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