this is a well-written contemplation on high school.
yes, that trip counts not just for something, but a Lot.
Thank you. I feel as though no one will understand why this trip affected me, because the story itself is 7-8 years in the making… not quite half of my so-far short life. I’m not meaning to be vague and dramatic, but I suppose it’s a psychological way of saying, “hey, understand me, even though I never can expect you to. Understand it anyway. And accept it. Just listen.”
I feel like no one will listen. No one knows why the sphere, which is so delicate, has shattered. To be honest, I feel like I’m seeping out of the cracks and trying to get someone to seal the leak, ha.
I just typed a manifesto to a stranger. I’m so cool like that. :P