My Box.

Picture a box. A tiny little clear box. Then you force yourself into this tiny little box and lock it up.
That's basically how I've been this week.
Every single day is the same routine.
Go to school, go to work, do a ton of homework, sleep, wake up, then go to school.
Sitting in this box, not moving, doing exactly what I'm supposed to do.

I think it's gotten to the point where I've been sitting inside this box too long that I'm growing, pushing and forcing myself to lift the lid or break the sides. Crying all the time, not knowing why I'm still sitting inside this box when I'm clearly too big for this box.

I am so frustrated.

I'm just tired of doing the same thing every single day. Haven't felt many reasons to smile lately...
I'm just excited to get the fuck out of Arizona just for a weekend, and head to San Fransisco and see a past memory again.
I just need to forget everything, leave, and restart. I need to escape, so I'm grateful I have this chance.
Get me out of here.

Being a teenager is hard. Figuring your life out in a matter of years sucks.

I need to break free of this box. I need to expand and try new things and meet new people and feel reason to get up every single day.