Anonymous
- To My Teen Self
Those aren't friends. They're not. Really. Think about it! Would a friend slap your head? Would a friend yell at you? Would a friend make you sad on purpose. No. Real friends don't love to hear about how bad your life is. Real friends don't call you fat and tell you never to try. A real friend wouldn't shove you away and blame their decisions on you either! Those aren't your friends. And you are worth so much more than that. You are worth a real, honest, friend.
Anonymous
- Office Work
I don't think I knew why adults acted dead inside until I started working at an office full time. I get it now. Dull beige walls. Cubicles angled just so that anybody can see the screen and how much word you've done. Strict dress codes. The same faces every day. Day in and day out. "How was your weekend?" "Any plans for the weekend?" Five days of my week spent just looking forward to the two days I don't have to be there. I'm so tired all the time now. So tired.
Anonymous
- Musings
I wonder very often. I wonder about the world and the people in it. I wonder about the way those people go about their lives and what they think and how they feel. I wonder, maybe most of all, if anyone wonders about me. How do others see me? How do I look to them? I've been told I daydream too much, that my mind wanders around father than it should. I wonder if they only say those things because they haven't let their minds wonder enough at all.
