Troy didn’t know Clement was already in the bed when he jumped up. Now both of them are annoyed — with me. (Like it’s my fault.)
He wants to know why I woke him up. (It was for this photo.)
<em>“What is love?” I whispered, my question barely rising above the dull hum of the heater. I could feel the chilly air nipping at my exposed toes. He'd turned on the heating but didn't close the window. </em>
He sighed. “That’s a short question with a long answer.”
I can't stop him from coming to see me.
However much I pray, I plead, I beg and I believe, he comes.
Sometimes I know he’s coming. There’s the shiver of the back, the creeping dread, the sixth sense that says he’s around, although I can’t see him.
I remember one scene particularly well: It was in Ms. Brown’s biology class, and it must have been Year 9, because I didn’t have a class with her before then, but Simon wasn’t in my class afterwards.
This is part three of my ongoing project to write out my personal history in an effort to untangle the emotional history and stressors of my life.
“Hi, my name is Leo. I’m a student at Northwestern University. And I suffer from serious depression-like symptoms.”
This is part two of my ongoing project to write out my personal history in an effort to untangle the emotional history and stressors of my life.
I was 13 when I first thought about killing myself.
I know it was that age only because I remember a specific detail that couldn’t have occurred when I got any older. After my sister, Lisa, moved to college when I was 14, I left the bedroom at the back of our third-floor 3-bedroom apartment, overlooking the fence, and into the larger bedroom that used to be hers.
“I don’t feel like anyone could understand me without knowing more about me than most people do,” I texted. “I usually do not have the time to explain the about-150 years of geopolitical and sociocultural history of the U.S., Europe and Asia and how that impacts me.”
I've never really understood the concept of an age of majority. The basic premise, as it was explained to me by "grown-ups," is that young people are not psychologically developed enough to make lasting decisions about their futures, so we -- as a society -- have stepped in to protect our kids from their own naivety and stupidity.
<blockquote>In a society that profits from your self doubt, liking yourself is a rebellious act.
— Someone, somewhere, but the Internet has mangled it enough that I don’t know who or where to source it
I get contemplative every time I see people around me go through major life events: picking college, graduating, quitting their jobs or getting engaged.