i've been alive for fifteen years. on a planet like earth, it's not a long time. i count the seconds and the minutes and the hours and the days and the months and the years and they all add up to insignificance. a life wasted by waiting, counting paper stars and dreaming of things far beyond my reach. i don't know how to simply be and the empty feeling has been leaving scars across my heart for as long as i can remember. courage, freedom, and hope have been battling the darkness forever but they only ever seem to wound it. almost as if darkness cannot be defeated.
i would like to make something known right now. depression is not what ails me