Chicken Stuff

Teenagers are ridiculously great liars and if you’re an adult reading this, don’t you dare exclude yourself.When people talked about smiling behind the pain and how the happiness was just a facade I thought they were just some emocore trying to further enhance their character. Welp, I was wrong. I realized that I too, did that-almost everyone does. I’m not implying that I’m some perfect child, but in all honesty I’m a pretty decent one. I do my work, get pretty good grades in school, I’m a good friend (at least I hope so), and I’m an adequate daughter. Despite following all the rules and living “right” I am not completely happy. I feel as if something is missing inside of me. I reckon it’s that stage in your adolescence where you “try to find yourself”. The searching takes over your brain during the busiest part of your life. You’re trying to figure out what you want to be in the future, where you’ll be in the 5 years while trying to pass Algebra 2 or History.  Sadness is when something’s been taken away from you and you can’t help but act “animately” to fill in what’s been lost. Feeling empty is like feeling sad without all the emotion and acting. We add extra distractions like relationship/friendship “drama” to procrastinate in finding out who we really are. Smiling through the mask is true in the sense that nobody is actually really happy, you may be happy for some time but it is temporary. If you’re lucky you’re one of those people are so confident, they just know who they are but unfortunately most people aren’t prepared for life like that.

Goodness I sound like such a teenager, because I am. But still, gross.


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