What Future Holds

I'm living in daydreams, avoiding reality. Dreaming about little and big things I want to do, but only when I'm going to be a little older and life will be a little different. Now doesn't matter to me. It should, but it doesn't. I'm not happy, I'm not enjoying these teenage years as I should. Everyday is the same, I have trouble concentrating and wish to be somewhere else. I know I'm wasting days, but what am I supposed to do, when what would make me happy isn't reachable?
Future makes me excited, yet scared. What if my expectations are too high? What if I'm wasting all of these years for nothing? What if future doesn't hold what I'm dreaming about all this time?

Superthumb lee hi nature poem


So because my thoughts are a mess most of the time, I thought I would start this new mini series On My Mind.