I have this completely, irrational fear of growing up.
This fear, became known to me when I was in seventh grade, which is when my depression and anxiety surfaced for the first time. 837 more words
Cleaning up my laptop, I stumbled upon a few old writings from 2 years ago, when I was applying to college. This is a piece I find particularly adorable–I remember distinctively how I was always claiming that I didn’t believe in “cultural differences” at that time, that I myself would not let any cultural barrier prevent me from making friends all over the world. 789 more words
Nowadays, finding a world in which you can fit in and truly gain an understanding into people’s lives is difficult, especially as a teen. Being the one who’s different, and being the one who has diverse ideas and prospects for life as those surrounding you is hard, and sometimes you need a platform in which you can just break away for a while and just be you. 389 more words