If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you
I'm a freshman in high school, still trying to find the right path to take. My family, friends, and faculty pressure me to the extent where I don't know anymore. I write out frustrations in a secret journal. Cliché that it's hidden under my bed, I know. Seldom, I also write in forms of poetry, which I despised for the longest time. Sometimes people go to a last resort to escape this world.