It doesn’t. That’s what they said when I was 15, and it’s only gotten harder and more stressful. Cut to 11 years later, you get only get more and more this to do and less and less people care. To add to this, my mom got cancer, my dad has had surgery and can’t do anything without help, and my granddad died all within the last two weeks. 

It doesn’t get better. The therapists will tell you to follow their plans for money, your friends will inevitably get tired of you, and life will crash down around you. All before any of the “thoughts and prayers” make a lick of difference.

Fuck it.