I'm definitely a big kid now.

I'm stuck. I'm wedged between a rock and an even harder place.
I'm sure we've all been there. We get to make this wonderful decision: Who am I going to make happy? Myself or everyone else?
I mean, I don't know what to do. I guess that's the glory in being human. We have the opportunity to make choices, but we rarely know what to do. Do I want apple pie or peach cobbler? This yellow shirt or this white one? Whatever. It doesn't matter what we choose, we can never choose both. It's always one or the other. Either way, something is always being sacrificed.
I think that's why I'm so indecisive. Decisions for some people are simple. First-nature.
Decisions for people like me? They're virtually impossible. Decisions are horrifying.
Anyways, I've brought myself to this fork in the road where I get to make a choice. I get to decide which road will bring me out a stronger person, a happier person, and back to normal. I'm only in the school I'm in because of my parents. Kids these days don't really know what it's like to be forced into something by their parents. Kids have no regard for their parents wishes for them. To most kids, their parents ideas are just dirt on the bottoms of their shoes. For me, it's totally different. I was raised to fear my parents and all their authority. They decide where I can go, when I can go, who I can go with, and every other minor detail. If I do anything without permission, I'm in more trouble than most other kids would be for doing the same thing. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents. It's just that they're different. I don't have the same freedom most kids nowadays have.
Needless to say, they decided where I'd spend my high-school years at with no regard whatsoever to my feelings. I am honestly miserable at the school I attend. I can't just go to the Principal and be like, "Ayo, get me outta here." If I did, my parents would be livid. Why? Because I don't have the right to make that decision. They do. What they say goes.
That's where I'm stuck. Do I keep wearing myself thin at a place that is aging me prematurely or do I test the limits?
Yeah.
This is the fun part of life.

Be beautiful, be strong, but most importantly, be good people.
-B.