We all have problems, and we all, at least we should all try to take them all by our own sides, I know it, I really do. But what if one’s problems are so not typical? When there’s not even one around feeling at least just a tiny bit the same, teenage angst suddenly dawns on me so hard. I feel isolated, cold and shivering, standing all alone in the middle of crowds. We’ve all been through the time dreaming about becoming unique. But when it came true, it was just pain. I made all the choices of what I wanted, but all these choices brought up so much I couldn’t handle, just as punishment. But I know I couldn’t, shouldn’t and wouldn’t escape.
We’re all in angst, angst for the mistake we just made, the one thousand extra calories from a whole pack of Oreo you guzzled at 2 a.m. … most just pass by. But when it comes to a teenager, the angst becomes so big that it drowns you in intolerable torture and it blocks out all the light up there. We drink, we smoke, we think about suicide, trying to hurt ourselves just to get away from feeling…restless. It’s always coming clearer, but never clear enough, until we make it through with all-over black and blue.
Insecure. I breathe. I can only hope that there are some of you out there, thinking about just the same as I am. Then I’ll be feeling no more lonely, as I’ll know I’m not alone.
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