A Time I Knew Myself

My mind is haunted by the image of myself in the mirror. Tears appear to be burning in my eyes. What is the source of my anguish? What have I done so wrong that I am subjected to such inhumane treatment?

Nothing in my 19years of life has been easy. Nothing has gotten to the point where I had to choose which worked best for me.

The big day had arrived. The day I accepted my tragic fate. 

I'm at a point in my life where some things are difficult for me to adjust to. Strange new happenings, and good conversations that seem to fade. What is the underlying cause of this?

I'm at a point in my life where there's no distinction between what I'm supposed to do and what I'm not supposed to do. Why is it that everything is supposed to be governed by laws? Why must everything be kept cautious and quiet?

I have an odd habit of wondering and wondering. I have an odd way of looking for answers to questions that pique my interest. Why does everything change in the blink of an eye, and when we turn around, it's all gone, as if it never existed in the first place?

Memories appear to fade. Gifts seem to fade away, and conversations seem to fall silent with the passage of time. Every day, time passes, leaving us in delirious daydreams of misery.

And all we can do is reflect on those fleeting moments. My fate had been decided, and I had no choice but to opt, what does this mean? How am I supposed to adjust to the idea that "it's supposed to happen, it's supposed to be like that?"

For the time being, I'll have to set my hopes aside and ponder the unanswered questions.

The Conclusion.