One messy lesson of being a teenager.
A fictional story of a world where suicide is nearly extinct and nothing is the same, and the day in the life of an ordinary onlooker who sits back and sees every day as just more of the same.
How I learned that no matter which mask I wore, I still felt all the same anxieties within myself underneath.
A lesson of anger and expectation learned through the actions of another.
The evolution of the things I hated to love in life.
Memories about being young and free, and the future decisions that caged that spirit.
Part two of two, for now…
One of my first writings when I discovered it as an escape, and I used it to free myself from my situation at the time.
This was written by me while I was homeless in Seattle sometime in 2015. At…