Teenage years are passing… and I’m doing nothing with them

We’re all doing the same thing — surviving classes, doomscrolling, pretending we’re fine while time keeps moving. The funny part is we can all see it happening to each other, yet nobody really breaks the pattern. It’s this shared, quiet sadness: we know these years are supposed to matter, but they mostly feel blurry. write in the comments what you think about it. if you're reading this, subscribe ;)