Seventeen: Wild and Young. That’s what they told me I’d be like- when I was seventeen
But I was different: Shy, Enclosed, and Ignorant.
I didn’t care about the world, and didn’t really care whether or not I lived in it.
I wanted something more than teenage parties and young love.
I wanted adventure; to see the world through someone else’s eyes. Because how could I do it?
I was one tiny speck out of a million. Stuck in one place, unable to leave.
I wasn’t given a choice. I was locked away from freedom and air.
Wait.
I have seen the world one time- in my mind and in pictures, but I guess that doesn’t count.
Who counts it when there’s no one around to do it.
When you’re only friend is the man in the moon- the only one who knows your heart.
So how did I get through life? Well- I didn’t, not really.
I mean, at first I did. I had a friend or two between grades, and then- *POOF*
It was like a magic trick. Getting older, more closed off.
Who need friends, you may ask.
I’ll tell you: everyone. Everyone needs someone to talk to when things get rough.
Someone to hold them when they fall. But for me? I just fell.
Plunged into an eternal darkness that very few climb out of. Days passed in a blur:
Girls huddled together gossiping, guys across the hall secretly trying to check them out.
All of the regular high school stuff. For some.
Not me.
I sat in my desk, staring out the windows- daydreaming about airplanes and rockets.
Anything that could take me away from here.
But I soon realized that would never happen. Not in this lifetime.
So I considered speeding up the process, making time go faster. Or in this case: stopping it altogether.
And it worked. One day: same process of sitting and staring and blocking out the world.
The next: nothing. That black hole in which I was not lucky enough to pull out of.
Goodbye, world.
I hope to see you in another life.