And exploding seems like a definite possibility…
I realize I am only 14 years old.
I realize most of my friends are older guys.
I realize that if I don’t focus on school I’m not going to get a scholarship for college.
I realize that not giving the necessary effort for soccer forced me to stay behind on the 17’s.
I realize a curfew of 11 is fair.
I realize I am blessed to have everything I need.
I realize I should be thankful for having generous parents who are willing to buy me anything I want.
I realize I sometimes take advantage of the trust people give me.
I realize that my parents don’t know anything about me because I don’t allow them to.
I realize that honesty is the best thing, even if it hurts.
I realize I procrastinate.
I realize that I can be two faced.
I realize that I try too hard to please.
I realize I have bitter moments.
I realize that having a baby is expensive and would be irresponsible at this age.
I realize that drugs and alcohol are bad.
I realize that I actually do need to clean for the cleaning lady.
I realize I take my dad for granted.
I realize posting information about me on the internet is dangerous.
I realize getting 8 hours of sleep is important.
I realize having a healthy diet is important.
I realize I’m judgmental.
I realize I should wear a seatbelt while in cars.
I realize I will possible be losing all but two of the most important people to me.
I realize I look innocent and may at times seem naïve.
I realize people try to protect me, even if I don’t need/want it. Sometimes I do need it.
I realize I have an awesome step brother.
I realize I should talk to me real brother more often.
I realize I have the greatest best friend anyone could ask for.
I realize I sometimes insult people who I don’t need to.
I realize I have my racist moments.
I realize money doesn’t grow on trees.
I realize that judging anyone by their family is completely wrong.
I also realize that people are going to talk shit.
I realize people will try to deceive.
I realize I should be harder on the people I am mad at sometimes.
I realize that there are some people who I let walk all over me.
I realize growing completely dependent on one group of people isn’t always smart.
I realize my boyfriend is 17.
I realize I can be gullible.
I realize there are many different interpretations of what I best friend should be.
I realize there is a difference between protection, sheltering, standing up for, and caring about.
I realize this post may seem ridiculus and possibly pointless. But there is a point, I promise.
I realize I move fast in relationships.
I realize I am seem like a completely different person than I was a year ago.
But I also realize, I’m more aware of things than people think I am. I realize that I’m never going to get rid of that reputation. I’m just going to stop trying. I was getting a little carried away with trying to change peoples’ views on me. Let them think what they want about me if it makes them happy. No point in convincing them otherwise. When they want to know about me, they’ll ask and watch, not assume.
I appreciate the protection I get from my friends and family. But even my dad may a good point. How can you expect someone to learn if you don’t let them make their own choices? I love that people care enough about me to fight with people they are close with over something I did.
Protect me. Care about me. Give me advice. Fight for me if you think it’s necessary. Don’t shelter me.
I realize most of my friends are older guys.
I realize that if I don’t focus on school I’m not going to get a scholarship for college.
I realize that not giving the necessary effort for soccer forced me to stay behind on the 17’s.
I realize a curfew of 11 is fair.
I realize I am blessed to have everything I need.
I realize I should be thankful for having generous parents who are willing to buy me anything I want.
I realize I sometimes take advantage of the trust people give me.
I realize that my parents don’t know anything about me because I don’t allow them to.
I realize that honesty is the best thing, even if it hurts.
I realize I procrastinate.
I realize that I can be two faced.
I realize that I try too hard to please.
I realize I have bitter moments.
I realize that having a baby is expensive and would be irresponsible at this age.
I realize that drugs and alcohol are bad.
I realize that I actually do need to clean for the cleaning lady.
I realize I take my dad for granted.
I realize posting information about me on the internet is dangerous.
I realize getting 8 hours of sleep is important.
I realize having a healthy diet is important.
I realize I’m judgmental.
I realize I should wear a seatbelt while in cars.
I realize I will possible be losing all but two of the most important people to me.
I realize I look innocent and may at times seem naïve.
I realize people try to protect me, even if I don’t need/want it. Sometimes I do need it.
I realize I have an awesome step brother.
I realize I should talk to me real brother more often.
I realize I have the greatest best friend anyone could ask for.
I realize I sometimes insult people who I don’t need to.
I realize I have my racist moments.
I realize money doesn’t grow on trees.
I realize that judging anyone by their family is completely wrong.
I also realize that people are going to talk shit.
I realize people will try to deceive.
I realize I should be harder on the people I am mad at sometimes.
I realize that there are some people who I let walk all over me.
I realize growing completely dependent on one group of people isn’t always smart.
I realize my boyfriend is 17.
I realize I can be gullible.
I realize there are many different interpretations of what I best friend should be.
I realize there is a difference between protection, sheltering, standing up for, and caring about.
I realize this post may seem ridiculus and possibly pointless. But there is a point, I promise.
I realize I move fast in relationships.
I realize I am seem like a completely different person than I was a year ago.
But I also realize, I’m more aware of things than people think I am. I realize that I’m never going to get rid of that reputation. I’m just going to stop trying. I was getting a little carried away with trying to change peoples’ views on me. Let them think what they want about me if it makes them happy. No point in convincing them otherwise. When they want to know about me, they’ll ask and watch, not assume.
I appreciate the protection I get from my friends and family. But even my dad may a good point. How can you expect someone to learn if you don’t let them make their own choices? I love that people care enough about me to fight with people they are close with over something I did.
Protect me. Care about me. Give me advice. Fight for me if you think it’s necessary. Don’t shelter me.