Entry 22 – Teenagers Just the Worst
205 Words
Teenagers are just… the worst.
A beautiful disaster wrapped in hormones,
loud opinions, and confusion.
A walking contradiction that wants freedom
but also wants someone to understand
the freedom they don’t even understand themselves.
They act like they know everything,
and somehow know nothing.
One minute they’re invincible,
the next minute a single text can break them like chalk.
They hate rules,
but crumble without structure.
They roll their eyes at advice,
but deeply want guidance.
They pretend not to care,
but feel everything,
louder, heavier,
sharper than some adults will ever remember.
Teenagers ruin their sleep schedules,
fall in love with people who aren’t good for them,
argue like philosophers with zero evidence,
and spiral dramatically over problems they’ll forget in a week.
They talk too much, or not at all.
They dream too big, or fear too much.
They laugh at the worst things
and cry at the smallest things.
But the truth?
Teenagers are “the worst”
because they are in the messiest,
loudest,
most confusing chapter of being human.
They’re the storm before identity forms,
the chaos before clarity,
the fragile beginnings of who they’ll grow into.
They aren't the worst because they’re bad.
They’re the worst because they’re becoming.
- Writer
