▍Starlight | j.jk ✔

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{Taehyung's POV}

Do you ever think that sometimes you can see things in people they cant see for themselves? I think that sometimes. Not that I can see things in all people, but certain ones. Everyone has their own views on themselves, and a lot of the time they don't think the best of themselves.

I wonder who is truly the best at seeing your flaws?

Yourself?

Or the people around you?

I mean, you must know things about yourself that others don't. But on the other hand, the people around you can as I said see things about you that you can't. Especially if you're hard on yourself. It makes it very difficult to see the good.

Were all blind to more than we think.

I sit in the car outside of Jungkook's school waiting for the last bell to ring so i can drive him home. I felt a bit bad for taking his keys and putting pressure on him, but at the end of the day, I need him to grow up.

He can't continue to act so childishly.

He is only hurting himself in the long run.

Sometimes I really miss this place. I still spend a lot of time here. They are thankfully always looking for help in the office and that gives me something to do with all of my free time. When I graduated there was a moment of fear as I wondered what I was to do every day. While in school all I wanted to do was graduate and get out, I wanted to start my life and have some freedom.

But when that time finally come I didn't know what to do with it all. This newfound freedom is somehow suffocating me.

Nothing I do seems to feel sufficient enough.

I wish I had some sort of dream, something to chase after so I didn't feel so unworthy of this time I have.

It's hard for my mind to manufacture dreams though. I want something to strive for but nothing ever comes to me. I'm very pointless to the world around me at this very moment.

And I hate that.

I wanted to be something, do something that people remembered.

But don't we all?

I wonder how the people who are written in history feel about the fact that over time people will never forget them or their contribution to history.

Would they be happy or scared?

I guess it would be intimidating knowing your life is shaping the lives of others. That the things you believed and what you did with those beliefs actually changed things.

That's a lot of pressure.

The bell from inside the school begins to echo, a bit of the sound escaping the closed doors. Seconds later it begins to blare through the speaker outside.

I sit for a while watching all the kids not catching the bus walk out this door to the student parking lot. All the busses had made their way to the other entrance a while ago, sitting in wait for the end of the day.