My story.
It’s nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s hard to think that I’m not sixteen anymore. That life I thought was so hard. And it was. But I’d trade that pain for anything else. I applied myself. I fought through the hardship. I pushed myself to new levels. I did things I never thought I could do. I’ve lost my touch.
Touch. Words can’t describe my frustration and anger. This isn’t who I am. I’ve never been held back by assignments. I’ve never let myself get this out of control. I wonder who I really am. Where I really need…
