do you remember the first time you were called annoying?
how your breath stopped short in your chest
the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your cheeks were ablaze
the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that got lost on your tongue.
your eyes never left the floor that day.
you were 13.
you’re 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk about your interests for “too long,”
apologies littering every other sentence,
words trailing off a cliff you haven’t jumped from in 7 years.
i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious.
all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard
for 3 minutes
for 10 minutes
for 2 hours
there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your heart;
mostly because they can’t handle their own.
but you will never be
and have never been
dropping out of school to become part of a chicken nugget cult
the really shitty thing about being told that youre smart your whole entire life is that as soon as you dont understand something you just kind of completely shut down and his this big shitty crisis because maybe youre not as smart as youve always been told
I am not gonna lie to you - it depends hugely on what A Levels you are doing, and how naturally good at passing exams you are. If you are doing lots of the more difficult subjects (sciences, history etc), then it will be harder because you will have to spend more time on school work. In year 13 I was only doing English, maths and art so I had a lot of free time.
Saying that, I started writing solitaire right before I took my history A2 in year 12. I just didn’t care about school that much and I was lucky enough to be quite good at passing exams so I didn’t have to worry too much about that stuff. I never ever did homework at home, I always did it at school. Also, writing was literally the only thing I did for fun.