Growing out of each other. Growing up.
I suppose we’re just different people in different places.
Should not judge, you and I, we’re just different people.
I feel like it’s not fair. I want what everyone wants. I’m not angry, I’m trying to stay sane. I’m trying to make it through the day without crying out loud. I’m just going to smoke a cigarette and not make it a big deal. I’m going to keep myself together and not crumble under peer pressure, or am I succumbing to it in this very moment?
My dad should be proud, that’s all I’m going to say. He should be very grateful.
