Can you pray for me?
It’s going to be a long few years now for me. The troubles of growing up are killing me. The disappointment you have to face. Not only from yourself but from every one around you. They expect so much out of you. It’s like a never ending tragedy. They expect good grades, they expect perfection, they expect flawlessness. But so does everyone. Everyone expects flawlessness from everyone. Nothing is private property. Not even your deepest darkest secrets. Especially not them.
From the minute you squeezed into this insane era you gave consent to be treated like a lamp post or a taxi or even a wall. Hit, scratched, carved, tattooed, you are and you will be public property with less than a thought to call your very own. It’s the human condition.
Now, pray for my IGCSEs kay?