Don't sweat it; it's over now; our time ran out.

drama.
noun
1. A prose or verse composition, especially one telling a serious story, that is intended for representation by actors impersonating the characters and performing the dialogue and action.

2. A serious narrative work or program for television, radio, or the cinema.

3. Theatrical plays of a particular kind or period: Elizabethan drama.

4.The art or practice of writing or producing dramatic works.

5. A situation or succession of events in real life having the dramatic progression or emotional effect characteristic of a play: the drama of the prisoner's escape and recapture.

6. The quality or condition of being dramatic: a summit meeting full of drama.



Drama is a word which contains multiple meanings. But the specific meaning for which explains my current mood is one used largely within the teenage population. when a series of events causes many arguments, fallings outs, and stress. the exact thing which causes even more drama. so dont you think that if everyone just calmly talked things out, it would all be better? yes it would. but i fear that's not how it works, is it?

even worse? secrets. one of the main causes of this "drama" that i speak of in this exact blog post.
"secrets secrets are no fun unless you share with everyone"
i fear that is the case. but i also have found that sharing secrets is not the best thing to do at such a fragile age when a single secret can cause so many emotions to rush through us and built up like a race horse behind the gate right before the gun is sounded. and as shoot as that bullet shoots through the air and breaks the sound barrier...

the horses race out;; and hence the flood of emotions which usually result in crying for this fifteen year old. so how do you release these feelings in a steady flow as if to decrease the risk of a spill and flood of straight tears? talking.

the exact thing which has caused this entire post. do you see the cycle and problem with the teenage life? i hope you do. because living through this is like hell. and when you lose the person who you can talk to about anything... well the weight of the world feels a whole lot heavier., and that gate is just that little bit harder to hold closed.