Traffic, NY
photo by Ernst Haas, 1963
this is how fast-paced life is sometimes,
just completely leaves me in the dust.
rooftops.
You can say you understand, but unless you’ve actually been in these shoes, you wouldn’t. You’d have no idea how hard it is to see more and more of your best friends leave every year.
Unbearable. but what makes it difficult is feeling friendships crumble away as life continues. Perhaps it’s not even that, perhaps it’s being forced to open yourself up to a world that has scared you from the minute you’ve arrived. This is my life.
Hi there, this is my first post to this tumblr account, but I’m actually not new to it. I just decided to make one account that would be entirely private so that none of my friends would be able to add me and I could just write down my thoughts about stuff and feel comfortable with it.
Have you ever come back from a party and just felt completely alone? Well that’s how I kind of feel right now. I’m currently a junior in high school, living abroad and in an international community. Now, I know that in my grade, I am pretty well-liked but I’ve always kind of wondered why. I’m friendly, but not social (if that makes sense). I’m approachable but hard to keep up a conversation with.
I’m a trustworthy person and a hardworking student, but to be honest I have no talents. I was on a varsity sport last year but benched the entire time, so does that even really count? I don’t know. It really discourages me so much… I honestly feel like I am one of the most hardworking people on the team; I may not be the best, but I’m definitely not that much worse than everyone else. I am considering not trying out for the team against this year BECAUSE it is so discouraging, but at the same time I do feel like I have potential.
At the same time, I think to myself that it might be good to have these terrible experiences in your life because you learn how to deal with them.. right? :(
Ultimately, I feel really alone.
I feel like I can’t talk to anyone about this.
I feel like my friends will listen to me if I talk about this to them, but they won’t actively listen, and they wouldn’t be able to give me good advice about it. So, what do you think?
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