11-12-13

Now I understand why peterpan never wanted to grow up. Growing up is hard. It’s when things starts becoming complicated. When you can’t just ask your mommy for solutions. Your problems become bigger and finding the answers to these just won’t be easy. 

Teachers transform into monsters. Monsters with alien languages because you can’t understand a single word of what they’re saying. 2+2 becomes f(x)=5x⁵+10x²⁺⁵⁽⁷⁾-8x+2. Yes, math becomes sht. Sleepovers become parties. Milk becomes alcohol. Stick-o’s become real cigarettes. What used to be a game of cooking random stuff into fake food, becomes a session of smoking weed. Long dresses become mini skirts. Training bras become push up bras. Bikes become cars. Money becomes a need. Love becomes real. Tripping over becomes broken hearts. Nice girls become whores. Nice boys become jerks. Trust, hope and faith disappears. Society becomes judgemental. People come and go. We make decisions we regret. We feel a rollercoaster of random emotions. And we become the person we said we won’t be.

I wonder why we were all excited to grow up. Why we were rushing things. And why we wanted so badly to grow up fast.