Too young to be lost - by That Dark Writer

Am I the Only One Who Sees It? Lately, I’ve been wondering if I’m the only one who feels this way.It’s been sitting heavy in my chest — the observation, the confusion, the irritation.And no, this isn’t coming from because I have never been in love ,I’ve seen people,mature people in love. I've never felt it but I sure as hell have seen it— the rush, the weight, the ache. I’ve seen it for what it is, and I’ve seen it for what people pretend it is. Which is why I can’t ignore what’s happening now. Teenagers — literal children — are falling in "love."Telling each other “I love you” with the same energy you'd use to ask for extra food.It sounds fake. It is fake.Tell me, how can kids who should be thinking about school, about self-discovery, about growth… be thinking about love? What even is love to a 13-year-old?A trend? A challenge? A shortcut to attention?Because love — real love — is messy, consuming, patient, and deep. It’s not the sugar-coated aesthetic posted on TikTok. It’s not the cute texts and the couple profile pictures. It’s more. And these kids haven’t lived enough to understand even a fraction of it. But here we are.In this generation, it’s been normalized.And the internet? Oh, it makes it worse.They post it like an achievement — like their 2-week relationships deserve trophies.I scroll through my feed and feel secondhand embarrassment. It’s not love. It’s performance. Yes, I know — some people met in school and later married. That used to happen.Back when values were different.But let’s not deceive ourselves: this generation is different.Short attention spans. Zero patience. Endless distractions.They swear eternal love on Monday and break up by Wednesday — after a vague, dramatic post: “Some people never change.” And it’s not just the so-called lovers.Let’s talk about the girls — girls who should be worrying about their grades, their goals, their growth — and instead are obsessed with who owns the most wigs or whose phone costs the most.Peer pressure is now luxury-packaged.And not every parent has the means or wisdom to curb it. Some mothers — I say this with no apology — are part of the problem.Your daughter walks in with a new item you didn’t buy, and you cover for her?Then when things go south, when something horrible happens, you cry and blame your “village people.”Did your village people tell you not to raise your child with sense? We’re raising children who don't fear consequences, who don't understand boundaries, who confuse attention for affection. Let’s go back — just briefly — to the topic of love again.Back then, our feelings rarely went beyond harmless crushes or brave little love notes tucked into notebooks.Now?Twelve-year-olds are booking hotel rooms.Hotel rooms.And they didn’t go there to study or have conference meeting,that’s for sure. I’m not saying I was perfect growing up.I strayed here and there.But risking my future for a temporary thrill? Never.Today, teenage single mothers outnumber adult ones.And the price they pay for falling in “love” is a lifelong reality they weren’t prepared for. And the boys?Boys who should still be getting lunch money from their parents are busy declaring eternal devotion.Telling girls, “I love you with everything I have,”when all they have is a cracked screen and 150MB of data. These are the ones we’re supposed to pass the world on to?These are the ones we trust with our legacy? I'm not overthinking I’m just old-fashioned.But I can’t help but ask again… Am I the only one who sees the wrong in teenage love?Am I the only one who feels like we’re slowly losing ourselves in the illusion of maturity?Because love — real love — isn’t for children playing dress-up with adult emotions.And we shouldn’t be clapping for them when they do.

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