Eleven

thirteen.

i felt my life as of now was pretty stagnant.

i was usually reading or watching movies in my spare time.

the few friends i'd managed to make during high school were too far away at college.

leaving me alone.

alone to think.

about any and everything.

sometimes i felt like i thought about things too much.

to the point where my thoughts consumed me.

maybe that was a bad thing, i'm not sure.

i did have my dad.

but he worked.

he doesn't think i should work because of my seizures and all.

i tried to explain to him that they were just seizures.

seizures that occurred from time to time.

not a big deal.

but he said all medical issues should be treated like a big deal.