I'm a 17-year-old high school student going through an unholy amount of existential crises. I write because I believe it's worthwhile. I write because it's important that someone's alert and willing to capture on paper the bleeding of the world. Things I enjoy: discussing philosophy after midnight and listening to obscure indie music. The sensation that I most despise is being at the halfway point of a finite period of time (such as high school, which I still want to never end even though it's a pain, or a really great trip with your friends) and coming to the terrifying realization that you can't do anything to stop time from slipping away. Which is a prime example of a Thing I Try to Forget.
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