I mean, what do you expect?

I hope that one day I will grow up, and these horrid times will be nothing but a distant gray memory. I want everything to go well in my life. My parents invest their souls into me. I'm their gold puppet, exploring the world like it is made for me. They are a shield to me, stopping the bullets of reality, protecting me from the shrapnel that is now. I want to be grateful for tall the things I have, but sometimes it is hard to realize it. Growing up with everything is amazing, but I feel guilty because sometimes I am not the best child in the world. I live currently in a constant sad and angry state. Corona screwed up my last year at Fenn, and everybody else's plans. I will miss these easy times in high school though. When I have 3-4 hours of homework a night, plus long, long commute, I will miss the 1 hour of homework maximum during virtual learning. I write mainly about feelings, but when Fitz tells us to do one of his cookie-cutter Power of _____ I reluctantly do it. Organized writing feels fake. It is barely writing. Welp, this took me 30 minutes because I was thinking too hard. I know he said not to, but it is hard. I like free writes much more.