SOMEONE FINALLY SAID IT
So if a teenager is at school for roughly 8 hours, and they are doing homework for 6+ hours, and they need AT LEAST 9 HOURS OF SLEEP FOR THEIR DEVELOPING BRAINS, then they may have 0-1 hours for other activities like eating, bathing, exercise, socializing (which is actually incredibly important for emotional, mental, and physical health, as well as the development of skills vital to their future career and having healthy romantic relationships among other things), religious activities, hobbies, extra curriculars, medical care of any kind, chores (also a skill/habit development thing and required by many parents), relaxation, and family time? Not to mention that your parents may or may not pressure you to get a job, or you might need to get one for economic reasons.
I will never not reblog this
"…but teenagers have no reason to be stressed."
Isn’t it sad how in memory those days are stained grey, with the heavens crying their sorrows,
When I remember, for a fact, that it was a blistering heat that first week of March.
People tittered happily around me whilst I couldn’t keep the rivers from streaming down my cheeks.
The aching throb that settled in my skull, I know it was because I’d kept my brows furrowed for so long, but… I think it was the pain of erasing you from my future.
I wept all day and ran dry three times. My heart ached and I kept myself in isolation. Whenever I felt a smile etch itself onto my face, molding my lips, shame and resent battered through me, for how could I possibly be happy when you weren’t there to meet me in the mornings and make me laugh even though I was half asleep.
The hole that was torn into my soul grew into this aching, dull throb that sometimes… I just can’t deal with.
You died. The last thing I ever said to you was ‘See you Monday’. I don’t even remember what you said to me last.
I’m losing your voice. I starting to forget your face. And all I can to is numb the pain, etching blood rivers onto my skin.
And I hate myself for it.
laptop overheating?? pour water on it to cool it down!
i trusted you
Do not trust people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people
- How bodies decompose
- Wilderness survival skills
- Mob mentality
- Other cultures
- What it takes for a human to die in a given situation
- Common tropes in your genre
- Average weather for your setting
this is still the best story ever told at a talk show