This is the last installment of our writing session, and in this one, we're writing a sympathy letter. I'm going to write to young adults just like me.
Dear young adults, I don't know you and you don't know me, but that's okay. We might come from different areas of the world and different backgrounds, but we have something in common. Pressure. The pressure is real. The pressure to get a degree. The pressure to get a job. The pressure to start a family. The pressure to make a good impression. The pressure to live. In a way, I'm sort of jealous we weren't young adults 30 or 40 years ago. I feel like the pressure was less. I may be wrong but they didn't have the pressures of the media telling us what we should be doing right now. Or comparing ourselves to the multimillionaire celebrities our age on Instagram and Twitter. There wasn't always something negative circling the internet or pointless celeb drama we live by. I feel like we swear by everything we see online. We're always constantly talking to each other through Snapchat, and you feel like a loser if you aren't messaging someone back every two minutes. We have it hard in a weird way, it's not like we are being sent off to war because we got picked from the draft, but we're being sent off to war with ourselves.
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Sabatino
4/30/2019 05:49:07 pm
At this point, we’re you feeling the “brain burn?”
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Raj
5/5/2019 01:10:32 pm
I really liked the way you ended this blog. "but we're being sent off to war with ourselves." I think this rings especially true because if everyone's voice is a weapon, then the internet has got to be the bloodiest battlefield of all time.
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