who am i; life is a clock and the time is ticking.

I feel as if time is chasing me and the clock is ticking.

ever since covid ive felt life never had the same glow to it.

ive become a slave to my phone instead of using it as the tool it was made to be.

i feel like im falling behind others and that im being tackled by the harsh reality that im no longer gonna be a little girl anymore. yet, who am i to be so self absorbed and have such a petty issue with my life when theres people starving, being abused, trafficked, or not having any hope left. my mind never relaxes or stops thinking; yet when i speak i feel as if i just cant get the right words out. im only 19 years old, yet being raised with a phone i feel as if ive wasted my entire life being the puppet that performs for others. ive gave countless hours and years to people whove hurt me and have tried to help them when now i realize the first person i shouldve helped was myself.