Teenage angst is getting to me. Confusion about the world and life is confusing and frankly I can't make sense of the smallest things in life. Like why smiles are so universal and how fascinating languages really are. I'm also really cluttered in the brain right now because I'm trying to listen to music while trying to write this entry and I can't think straight in my head.

But I don't know, no matter how much I cry about things I just can't figure them out. Like why this thought process that people call love can't be described in words because the feeling is so unsurmountable and how upset I am because I still can't understand it to it's full potential. All because my time on earth has been too short and too revolved around trying to make myself happy.

There are just so many questions I want answered and the only thing that's going to give me the answer is time and life itself.

That's why whenever I'm walking outside in the student parking lot of my school when it's ended, I love standing in the middle of everyone and everything. Looking at them and realizing that I'm not the only person in this world. That I'm not the only child whose answers have not yet been answered. Looking at their expressions as they talk and chat makes me want to grow old and find those answers.

And no matter how incoherent this entry might seem.

I've realized I'm completely fine by that, because that's how my life is.