A conversation for one. By Stephanie Tran, age 17This world I live in is so small. Who are all these people who have surrounded me in these past four years?
Yeah, I don’t know either. Spare the ones I love most.
Which is not many.
Option A or Option B, pick one Stephanie, because it’s all you got.
I suppose at least there are choices.
In theory.
I just want to jump in a car and start driving. In my mind’s eye, as I drive down the highway, the streets will crumble after me and with it all the connections broken and bridges burned. This doesn’t bother me for some reason. I just want my someplace beautiful and this place is getting uglier.
People will say, running away really gets you nowhere. Alright, maybe I don’t want to then, maybe I just want to burn this place down and start over.
That’s awfully violent though…
Okay, so this is just a phase. It’s just a little something we like to call ‘teenage angst’.
Oh how I hate that term.
Because it is all too real.
I’m not a realist, a pessimist or an optimist.
Just a girl trying to find my someplace beautiful. |
