You thought that being young would be many things. Skipping school and running through fields, sitting in the sun with friends, going to parties, coming home late and not remembering it the next day, taking buses and trains, not caring where you go, as long as you were with those few special people, kissing cute boys, and dressing up to go on first dates, sitting in coffee shops, talking about everything and nothing. You expected adventures, stories that you could tell your grandchildren one day.
You didn’t expect to be stuck in the same monotonous routine, going to school, having to face people you strongly dislike on a daily basis, feeling worthless, and so used to being tired that it’s now a part of you and you can’t remember the last time you felt awake. You feel pressured, trapped, like there will never be a way out, and most of all, you feel alone.