I feel a regression to an infantile state.
It’s one where I can not think as well as I thought I used to.
But I need to understand that changes are temporary.
I can’t forget something that I understood so easily seconds earlier.
Change is painful. Growth is painful.
The sooner I understand that, the better.
Making friends is so difficult.
Who is right? Who is wrong?
Who will help you? Who will not?
I may have limited myself.
I may have expanded myself.
Why do I feel so sick?
The words are scattered, coming in bits and pieces.
I feel nothing, yet everything at the same time.
Writing should help, it should allow me to ventilate.
Ventilation in a non-destructive way?
Destruction.
My thoughts keep hopping.
Do I let them wander, or do I force them to focus?
Focus on the task at hand.
Focus on what?
Everyone tells me everything.
I hear every type of advice, every type of guidance.
But what do I understand?
I’m only a teen.