The man who suffers alone.
What. What is this? This feeling like I’m about to emerge into darkness… I was just happy a moment ago, but that moment flew by so fast. Childhood days where we would play all day long just flashed before my eyes. The nostalgic feeling that came over me made me feel indifferent in every way. The bittersweet memories, I cherish them all. They say as you grow you mature, what is maturing all about. The more I mature the more I see life as depressing. I constantly repeat my days over and over, a cycle you can say. I wake up, eat, go to school, then sleep and it starts over. The more a person tells me to be positive the question becomes bolder in my head, "Why be positive in such a negative world?" The majority of adults say “A teenager has no stress or real work to manage yet” but somehow I feel as if I’m suffocating just from living. Expectations, Perfection, and Obedience are something every parent wants, some show it and some secretly hope that their child does the stand...