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have you ever felt like life is just moving too fast? like weren't i just 14 a day ago? how did i turn 17? what year is it? what have i already achieved in life? i feel like i'm just standing in slow-motion and breathing through the heavy pressure on my chest. my visions are too blurred out and i can only see the super fast movements of my surroundings.
even a snail has gone farther than i have. i'm just here. standing. hoping that what i'm doing is enough because right now i feel like i'm not doing anything at all. i haven't cleaned my room. my clothes are on the floor and i have seven of my empty water bottles under my bed, my laziness like a squirrel storing them like nuts for the winter. although it's not winter i'm preparing for but more on the sudden spur of stored energy in me that i'll still probably waste on things that never matter like writing words on journals i will never share to the world.
“my hair hasn't been touched in three days and i smell worse than a homeless man.”
man, how are the other girls posting photo dumps on their instagram accounts looking like they got their life together? while i'm here barely keeping up with my own personal hygiene and self-being. i look like a rat's third mutated cousin from the multiple days i refused to touch water. i haven't even seen the sun in a long time. . . is it still even there? i've only seen the moon at night through my window and even then it'd only witness the tear stained face staring at it. i bet the moon is sick of my glum and grimace. i'm sick of myself too.
but then again, there are people who've reached their forties and still haven't gotten their life together. then again, my parents can't even take care of their own child right. my classmates still fail to enhance their grammar. my family hasn't changed from being so dysfunctional either. so i can't be the only one left behind, right?
“you're only 17.”
right, yet i still feel like i'm 17 decades behind and i should be taking 17,000 steps forward with my life. but here i am, unable to beat the speed of a sloth. a numbing corpse of hopelessness.
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L1V1NGD34DTH1NG
I'll be 22 this summer. I promise, where you're at is plenty enough. Your parents might not say it, so I will.
You are allowed to be.
You are allowed to rest.
You are allowed to feel.
You are allowed to fall.
You are allowed to slow down.
You are allowed to motivate yourself.
You are allowed to be kind to yourself.
You are allowed to recognize areas in yourself where you are not happy and would like to grow.
You are allowed to be behind.
You are not in a race.
You are experiencing a world that holds expectations for you. You do not need to accept those expectations.
You are allowed to define yourself.
You are allowed to be loved.
You are allowed to change with time and experience.
You are allowed to grow.
You are allowed.
As long as it does not hurt anyone or anything, you are allowed.
Take a nap, drink something yummy, and have a snack. You're doing plenty well. It will only feel like it in retrospect, and your future self will be so, so proud of you.
"Comparison is the thief of joy."
"Shame is the antithesis of love."
Ethn
I agree, time really does go by wether your ready or not. I'm 15 turning 16 this summer and oh boyy do I wish I could just go back to being in Elementary school all over again, not having to worry about a single thing in life.
right?? like everything is just moving too fast you can barely recognize how much changes in a week. kinda scary if you think about how left behind you are to some of your peers but oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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So true...
by Ethn; ; Report