Sometimes I just want to write my heart out.
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There is something to be said for 'teen angst'. I mean where would we be without the loud, heartfelt music we blast through car stereos or the tragic poetry I know we have all wasted time writing?
As a generalisation though we seem to spend so much time hating adolescence that we forget to actually enjoy it and then, in the blink of an almost-adult eye, it's gone.
I like to think I didn't waste my teenagedom. I miss it incredibly. Or maybe I am confusing that with High School? I suppose in a way it's one and the same . Never-the-less it's a part of my life that I can't seem to let go of. I realise I am only 18.. and still a 'teenager'- but that will soon morph into 19 and before long.... the '20's'.( Cue jaws-esque music)
There is so much pressure to grow up. To be responsible, mature and 'adult'. My resistance comes far too easily. Sure I am mature.. I mean I wash my own clothes for goodness sake(!) but I am one who shies away from adult things.. Like driving and drinking.
Sometimes I wonder- In trying to cling to the past, am I ruining where I am now? I don't want to be one of those 'can't-let-go-of-the-good-old-days' people- Those people are a little bit tragic... but in truth I can't let go of the good old days. They were good! In saying all this I do realise that I am not meant to forget just meant to move forward.
Thats a scary thought for a change-fearing person like myself. But in the end there's nothing to be done for it. Time stands still for no (wo)man.
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