the bitter part of growing up, is knowing that you are expected to be mature when you know that you are far from being so.
it was so easy then--easy to be cynical, to be foolish, to be reckless, to be self-centered, to be so angry with the world. that was what the people saw as a teenage tragedy. it was supposedly, a 'phase' and nothing more. everyone grows [and should grow] out of it, they say. but what if they really don't? what if their conformity to the rules of being older lie on the pretense that they have outgrown their childish impulses when in fact, it never went away? we're always a child at heart. or.. more precisely, a teenage one at that. we'll never know.
just random thoughts brought by my bestfriend.
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