“God, I hate this.
Hate what?
High school.
Hey, listen to me. High school doesn’t last forever. I know it’s four years, and right now four years seems like eons and eons, but in the grand scheme of things, four years is just a blip on the radar.
But I can’t help but thinking that I’ll never get out. Every day it’s the same old routine: I wake up, I eat breakfast, I get dressed, I go to school. Then I go home, do my homework, and sleep. Isn’t there anything else?
Of course there’s something else. There’s everything else. There are mountains to climb, foreign countries to visit, photoshoots to stage, plays to see, books to read, all that. You just have to make it through high school to see them.
But it’s never going to end.
Yes it is. Yes it is. I know you’re lonely and stubborn and afraid and you want someone to save you; I know you feel lost in your own skin. There are no cliques that want you; even the “rejects” treat you like an outcast.
How is that supposed to make me feel better?
I’m saying you’re unique. I’m saying don’t conform to anyone’s standards. This isn’t about them; this is about you. High school will end. And then you’ll go on to bigger and better things.
So what do I do in the meantime?
You learn to wear your own skin a little bit tighter.”
- Conversation 6
Hate what?
High school.
Hey, listen to me. High school doesn’t last forever. I know it’s four years, and right now four years seems like eons and eons, but in the grand scheme of things, four years is just a blip on the radar.
But I can’t help but thinking that I’ll never get out. Every day it’s the same old routine: I wake up, I eat breakfast, I get dressed, I go to school. Then I go home, do my homework, and sleep. Isn’t there anything else?
Of course there’s something else. There’s everything else. There are mountains to climb, foreign countries to visit, photoshoots to stage, plays to see, books to read, all that. You just have to make it through high school to see them.
But it’s never going to end.
Yes it is. Yes it is. I know you’re lonely and stubborn and afraid and you want someone to save you; I know you feel lost in your own skin. There are no cliques that want you; even the “rejects” treat you like an outcast.
How is that supposed to make me feel better?
I’m saying you’re unique. I’m saying don’t conform to anyone’s standards. This isn’t about them; this is about you. High school will end. And then you’ll go on to bigger and better things.
So what do I do in the meantime?
You learn to wear your own skin a little bit tighter.”
- Conversation 6