Our generation is corrupted.

Our minds are too occupied in fads and the opposite sex, and growing up.

As a 16-year-old, shouldn't I only be worried about my junior year in high school? The most important year of my high school experience?

Then why am I also worried about how I look,
my boyfriend who had to move to Pakistan,
my weight,
why I don't look like my mother,
why I'm not as brilliant as my cousins,
why I have such low self-esteem, why I can't fit into a size 0, why I can't trust anyone,
why I secretly hate my mother, why I'd much rather have my ears plugged blasting Eminem all day than do anything else,
why I've got scabs of lines all over my body,
why I can't make my dad proud,
why I'm not a good role model for my little brother,
why I care about others being happy than myself,
why I stood with a stone hard face at the funeral s of my two cousins who killed themselves,
why I can't cry-because it is a sign of weakness, so I'd rather laugh everything off as a joke, why I love taking long pulls from a rolled piece of paper with chopped pieces of beautiful green herbs, that burns my nose and then exhaling to watch the smoke dance in my face,
why that's all I want to do, why my 94 average is not enough,
why my hardest isn't hard enough, and my best isn't good enough?

I feel like this shouldn't be the worries of a 16-year-old, but this is completely normal in this day and age.


So no one is too startled to do anything about it.