there is an eagerness to you that i hate.
enthusiasm, enjoyment, an excitement for the mundane, whatever you wanna call it
and it makes me feel evil.i am the same. the exact fucking same
but i feel this undeniable anger, a pang of pure disdain in my head,
maybe its because you get to stay a child,you look at me with that light in your eyes and i can barely manage a smile.sometimes i wonder if my eagerness bothered the grown ups the same way. i haven’t lost it yet though, and i hope you wont either…the guilt would suffocate me,does it suffocate them?
hello im 19 and this is one of my first attempts at writing anything, i dont want grammar critiques i know its bad, i just wanna know if its readable or do i sound like an edgy kid trying to sound profound, please be nice
also if anyone could tell me what this kind of writing is called