I'm beginning to hate my age, but it's the only one I have.

I feel like a river; I just want to go away from everything, but I'm stuck while also moving.

I want to be old and alone with my friends, but when I'm nineteen or some other older age, I'll probably think differently. Maybe I'll even have different friends.

I don't like my church, I don't like listening anymore.

All it does is make me angry and sad.

I want to go back to that summer where we all painted in the hallway.

Bringing a book to the services helps, I guess.

I'm stuck in this, pulling back and forth feeling. I love and hate everything.

I'm feel as if I'm disappointing everyone, but I feel like I don't care.

I don't know what to do.