My battle

"I am sitting at the very center of my university. It's pouring rain. The gloomy clouds are taking over my soul. But the storm before my eyes is nothing compared to the one inside of me. Hundreds and hundreds of people are passing by me; I can't help but think what kind of battle they might be going through. Are they going through depression? Are they broken by someone's actions? Are their parents arguing constantly? Perhaps they're fighting a disease? Did they just lose someone they love? Are they lonely? Perhaps every few are fighting one or more of those battles. But that doesn't matter. What matters is how they are dealing with it. I wish I could help at it all.

But wait, perhaps one out of all those people thinks the same way. I want to scream, but no one would listen. I usually vent to my mother, but I'm abroad; my parents and sisters won't handle listening to my crazy thoughts, it might make them concerned. I don't like concerning people. My university buddies are all at the library, I prefer sitting out here; I feel like the weather understands me and comforts me more than they can right now; maybe because me and it are feeling the same right now?

It's crowded yet I feel like I am all alone. Why is that? I'm too young to feel this way. Maybe that's my battle..."

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