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Expectations


Parents judging their children by their actions, always down their throats.

Things aren't the same as they were years ago. 

Technology is the basis of our lives, connecting with people, reaching out, laying ground for our lives, making friends outside of the small room we are mostly trapped in.

Hours of homework placed upon us, increasing our stress by a larger percent every day. We shut down quickly and have high strung emotions. 

Depression at it's highs these days, with little understanding from others. We are judged by everyone by our appearances, our looks, our actions. It's like walking on eggshells. 

Brains.

Shut. 

Down.

 

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