I'm sixteen. I feel so old. Over a third of the guys in my school can play an instrument so well they might as well be professionals. Everyone I see seems to have fulfilling ways to spend their time. They enjoy their hobbies, get a true sense of achievement from their little triumphs. I have no such thing. I feel old, as if I've spent my life watching everyone else go by, being happy, while I wasted my time dreaming of what could be. And now it's too late.
We see all these shows and movies and read these books that inspire us to truly live our lives. But it's harder than it sounds. I'm trapped by walls I can't see, as well as the ones I built around myself.
To someone, or maybe the world:
I don't understand you yet. But I'm getting there.
To everyone who cares about me:
I'll be fine.
To Raftboy, Trenchfoot, the choir, Teddy, everyone I love and everyone who has ever loved me and everyone else who deserves it:
To a jewel: