My mom often says how rarely I go out. I'm looking at the shiny light blue sky right now, thinking how beautiful it is and how small we actually are, yet this world is the only reality we know. The passing clouds remind me of freedom and travelling, the adrenaline you get from a certain journey. Remind me how bad I want to visit the world. It's sad how until a certain age, we're trapped here, living life how we've never imagined. They put us in school, wanting us to learn each subject's book by heart and then just leave us to ourselves against the world. Why don't they try to teach us about what's surrounding us? About how we cope with real things and not some stupid things that either have already happened or won't be any use to us in the future. Man, sometimes I just wanna run far, far away from here. All the crap that's going on. I don't know if I should call it a ordinary and typical teenage rebellious phase, but what I'm really sure abou...