Adolescence

Holding onto past occurences as if your life depends on it must be hard for you. Always dreading what happened and rooting for what could have been, turning that into rage and acting out in ways you never thought you ever would. Being in college and still reminiscing the fights you had during your freshman year of high school, telling them to all the new people you meet as if everything happened yesterday. A life like that sounds pretty pathetic.

What’s the point of holding onto past arguments, mistakes, falling outs when you could do so much better and much bigger things. Why does remembering all those who are dead to you feel better than thinking of those who might be born tomorrow? Maybe that’s just the battle of being a teenager, or maybe it’s just the battle of being ignorant. What’s the difference, anyway? Two completely different words yet they somehow carry the same meaning in many fields.

Even this pathetic state of adolescence feels weird, oddly refreshing. Maybe saying this will be pathetic too, but I never want to grow up.

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