I wanted to write this while it was fresh in my mind. Be warned, this gets long and personal. I was listening to some old childhood songs and just started thinking back. Back to a simpler time, when all I did every summer was play Roblox and eat ice cream with my brothers' friends. When the biggest worry we had was how many days of summer we had left before a new school year. Fast forward seven or eight years. Now I'm sixteen, working a job, approaching my junior year, sweating over my coming college years, and just feeling stretched thin and dejected. I never really grasped that I was making memories back then- I just knew I was having fun. Every so often, I think back on those times and sometimes just end up sobbing uncontrollably. I think to myself, "I missed those days." "Why can't I go back?" "How did I get here?" I think about the past, about loved ones who either left or passed away. I think about my struggles to socialize in school. I think about my mom, who has always been there for me and my brothers. I think about the people on this website who have always been there for me, and realize how much this website means to my childhood. How much my family has done to get me here now. And I realize it might be worth it in the end. Cherish the people around you and the memories you make with them- you can't go back, only forward. Burnout Syndrome is real- and it sucks.
