o’, teenage years, why must you torment us so
with your cruel personality and face-shifting turns.

seriously, kids. i don’t feel like i’ve said this enough:
everything feels like the end of the world in high school.

i know i’m not close enough with anybody for them to feel comfortable telling me anything past shallow troubles; i’m fine with this. i am backup, you see. the last resort when all else fails to light the path ahead. ha hah, doesn’t that sound arrogant of me?

but it’s true.

right now, though, backup’s not enough to save anybody.
so just talk.