Day 17

17 & 42 days left, i get out of the house, i talk to people...discussing some kind of important matter, at least we think its important. next im standing in the class talking to these kids, who think they have to grow up... or will grow up anyways... all these moments, its like a heavy stone on my chest, a hand squeezing my heart, i just want to cry... just want to breakout,but i cant...its its just...