Right now I’m 16. No, I’m not that melodramatic teen who thinks his life is falling apart beneath him, and no, I’m not having troubles coping with a major loss. I’m 16 in years, not miles. No, I’m no drug-addicted teen nor a a kid who can’t keep a C average in school. My grades are more than decent and my “official” problems are very few. But every last waking moment of my life has been wasted; I’m sure of it! The problem lies deep within me, and shows itself in every waking moment of my life.
When I wake up in the morning, I go […]