My birthday is coming up soon. I’ll be seventeen, but I don’t feel excited like I’m supposed to. I honestly don’t feel much at all. My big brother left recently for the military, We don’t have family here except my cousins who, mind you, aren’t blood related. I love them, but it’s not the same.
It’s just me and my parents.
I don’t mind really, but at the same time, I feel jealous when I see the kids who get to go out, or throw big parties, or do things without a care in the world.
My best friend tells me about some of the parties she goes to, the friends she has, the things they do, her boyfriend, the sex, everything. I love her so much and I’m so proud and glad she’s doing better and that she’s happy, but I can’t help but feel robbed of my teenage years. That they’re flying right past me and I’ve been forgotten.
Left behind. It’s as if I’ve been stuffed into a box on an overgrown lawn so I can stay home and do schoolwork every single night without fail until my brain is fried and my eyes are dry.
I try to go with the flow and be likable, but it always ends up the same. Maybe it’s because i’m too standoffish or straightforward, or it’s simply because i’m annoying. Whatever the reason, I’m a puzzle piece that doesn’t quite fit.
My parents are strict. Yes I have freedom, but I guess I’m just not satisfied.
Humans are selfish, after all.
And I am one of them.