Just like everyone else my youth felt robbed. Nights were long and days always seemed to never end, I was always impatiently waiting for the dismissal of the bell, telling us all to go. Then I would fill up my evenings with sports, enough to be truly tired at night. The weekends would serve as an optimistic glimpse into the adult world, a place where all young people would meet up and interact with what we considered maturity. We idolized it, by partying, living out hazy stories, spending time with friends and talking to every new slightly interesting person we could. Hoping to understand more and more every time, glimpsing into the life of others slowly peeling back all the layers of their personality until we realized that after all they are just people. I grew up in a time where people still had the chance to detach from the technological illness of our phones, but by the time I reached adult age I was fully aware of the impact it had done to us and would continue to do....