15-year-old in the Mirror
I once stood in awe, staring at my elders’ pimples, wondering if my flawless face would ever be marred by red little dots— those inescapable marks that come but never leave. Now, at fifteen, my face, my life filled with blemishes. And I begin to wonder: What is the purpose of being alive? Endless homework from history essays to math tests from presentations to reading logs my life is not in chaos; my life is chaos. From navigating ties with family and friends, to staying in touch with teachers past, I have not only failed, but failed miserably. I can't help but question What is the point of trying when everything seems to stand against me When I face a motionless wall from morning to night, from sunrise to dawn... Lackluster. Hopeless. Chaotic. That’s what life feels like. Stuck in a loop of procrastination and panic, I struggle just to open my eyes each morning. Yet when I realize how countless people face mo...