Journal: Moved in
-------------------------------------------Mood: The Usual
As I sat there, sprawled on the floor, waiting for my sister to come back from yet another late night, I realized how old I was. I was 16, the bodies that I had once admired for their tempestuous rages, their sculpted figures and their brainwashed minds, I was one of them. I had become the girl that was seen for her curly locks of golden brown, for her deep-set eyes that tended to pour deep into a person. That was it. I was no longer afraid of it, no longer running toward the grasps of an older adolescent, I had gently slipped into it, and at this point, there was no way out. To some I am still young, still carrying the chubby cheeks of childhood, the baby-fat of infancy, but to me, I have become a slightly lower degree of my fullest form. I have grown up and I have aged. I have watched the days float by, the skies change, and the scenery explode upon seasons exchange.
We have all become ourselves. A few glitches here and there, to be worked out in time. Yet this is it. I am older, I am wiser, I am changed. I know better then those late nights that used to be my only thrill, I know better than the friends who carried me by their will. I know better than the alchohol, the sex-crazed men. I can teach, and I would teach, if you would let me. This life isn’t about how many friends we make, how many girls/guys we kiss, how many late nights and bar lights. It’s about yourself, it is about your journey, and it is about the fun you have while experiencing it all.
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