i'm hurting and school isn't helping (ugh, being a teenager isn't for me)

it's so hard to understand that i am older now than i was then, when every step i take seems to be the wrong one. i thought that older we got, the more we knew. but it seems to be the opposite.

it seems kind of pointless to remember that the speed of light is 299 792 458 m / s when that very light inside of me seams to have quietly seeped out of me.



it's difficult to fathom the fact that my lungs are situated here, and that my stomach is meant to be there, when my whole body feels like it is shifting to try an accommodate hurt.


i know it will pass, but i feel so vulnerable.