Writing. It’s all complaining. It’s all fighting over the right and the wrong and the help. You are falling. No. Floating. You won’t fall. You will always hit the ground. Get back up. Maybe just watch life from where you fell. It’s all growing cliché. You. Are. Right. I look around. Everyone seems to be doing what they are doing. Well what else would they be doing? Some are suffering, some laughing, some oblivious to the changes that take place in middle school growth. After all of the bullying articles, all of the posters and lectures, after all of that, I still have to stand up for a friend. I thought that maybe everyone would realize it and stop their ways, but I still find only myself against the flow of callowness and immaturity. It can’t be only me. “You are not alone”. I know, I’m not. But I seem like I am. However, it’s not the loneliness that bothers me. It’s the fact that no one seems to realize what I realize. And if no one realizes it...where will we end up?