This entry is for Corinne, cause she asked me to update.
Okay. I feel like I'm kind of going to explode from all these stories I have to tell people. But I don't know who to tell or even if I should tell them at all, because maybe someone would think less of me, or maybe someone would be hurt or maybe it's just not the kind of thing anyone else should ever know. And plus I'm just really bad at telling stories. But it's mostly the first thing.
God, I'm so teen angsty. I'm just like every other teenager- confused, lost, perverted, convinced that I am oh-so-alone.
So is that the point of maturation? The moment you realize that you're nothing special? The second that you realize that there will always be someone better than you? The day you finally see that you are, after all, just a member of this human race and there is no guarantee that your life will work out the way you want it to? Because if that's maturity, you can take it.
God, I'm so teen angsty. I'm just like every other teenager- confused, lost, perverted, convinced that I am oh-so-alone.
So is that the point of maturation? The moment you realize that you're nothing special? The second that you realize that there will always be someone better than you? The day you finally see that you are, after all, just a member of this human race and there is no guarantee that your life will work out the way you want it to? Because if that's maturity, you can take it.