Death

I constantly ponder upon everything. I sit in class and attempt to pay attention, but I’m unsuccessful in my search for restraint. When it is even remotely possible for me to construct a thought that’s more provoking than the usual visual of the dramas parading through my life, I feel as though there is not point to the matter, and then begin to again absorb the same thoughts into my soul. Although my …

…could lose what I have. All the wonderful things I have. Life isn’t a game, it’s not something to just play your cards in, it’s something to live, to be free, to experience. And although I am quite aware that school is a big part of that, and I want so much for me to just get through it, it seems almost impossible to go through the day knowing what I know.