My life was lowered to letting myself hide behind the thoughts I wanted to believe. The things I love are lowering, and my life is going into exile. It's a sad thing getting older. You find yourself coming out of your gawky preteen stage and entering a sense of not caring. ~.~
When I was 12 I relized I wanted nothing more then to turn older. Coming close to driving, going to college, and maybe even getting a boyfriend. >_<; The thoughts were far beyond what I bargained for.
Now that I have reached the age of 14, I am coming to grips with the terms I am not getting younger... people, places, and things are changing, and I will never be the same again. I won't take into consideration peoples feelings as more.
My journal isn't going to be a pity pool, and I don't want people pming me telling me how crappy I write. All I want is agreement.
- Naroo_Little
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