Maybe, Just Maybe...

In high school, you only see the parts of people they wish to reveal. Most of the time, people stay in the same groups, and once in a while you meet someone you wouldn't normally talk to and realize how monotonous your days are.

You can't wait to graduate but the thought of going away to college can become the scariest thing you've ever had to think about.

Relationships are fleeting, as the events of them fill the pages of your journal that you'll keep forever  for memories, and are the topic of every conversation, as you analyze every word said and message sent. Love is an almost foreign concept, as people would rather flirt than truly open up and get to know each other.

Relationships  and  friends are two separate things, and when they become intertwined, life gets complicated and the lines get blurred.

Everyone seems to want to be popular, even if they won't admit it, and as you fall for a guy, he's falling for a girl that society says is more beautiful, while she falls for someone who isn't him. 

And the cycle continues.

You yearn to truly find yourself in a place where it seems as if you have to turn off how you really feel to survive, and soon enough you get so caught up in the latest argument on Facebook or a twenty-five second conversation, that you forget about how much of your life you have yet to live.

Because in high school, every feeling you have is momentous, every  realization that occurs changes your life completely, and inspiration becomes an unexpected surprise.

I just wonder, how different high school would be if we could all figure ourselves out before then, but then again I wonder if anyone ever really figures themselves out. Maybe I wouldn't always be trying to understand myself, or what I want to do with my life. Maybe love wouldn't be so complicated  and the guy I like wouldn't be trying to fit in with an in-group that will never give him the time of day, while I'm trying to get his attention, in an attempt for him to really  see me. Maybe people wouldn't judge people based on things they obviously can't control, like the color of their skin, or their sexual orientation.

Or maybe pigs are gonna fly one day.