I am seventeen, and I don’t like this part of my life. Every day is so bland, school has no incentive anymore, and although I am a naturally creative person, every attempt I do at being creative feels unfulfilling. It’s becoming frequent for me to cry myself to sleep, because I yearn to either go back to the magic of infancy, or skip forward to the magic of s**, romance, and new experiences.
And then I chastise myself because I realise it’s probably just teenage hormones talking and that this way of thinking will get me nowhere. I don’t feel like I can talk to any friends or family about this without just getting a response of ineffective sympathy, rather than something that will actually help me with this. Every time this happens, it gets worse. I’m losing sleep over it.
