I remember when I was 13, I hate thirteen. I cried for having such a life. According to where I put my self right now, thirteen years old is the phase when I really felt like living. When I introduced to pain and heart break. And crying over unimportant truth.
The curiosity at age 14 and 15, to jump in a pool of teenagers life habit made me anxious. I am very thankful for the environment I grew up on. Makes me hates drugs. Repel any kind of negative deviation. Although I learned, rules are made to be broken.
Even though didn't live in Vegas, the sin city, I broke few rules. But honestly, if I did break any rules, there was also a guilty coming along. Note: brief rules. I'm not a hard core, maybe a soft core with a little bit touch of hardcore.
Anyway, when I reached sixteen the shadow of being a considered actual teenager was following around, if I did a little bit of mistake, there always this phrase, "Come on, you're almost seventeen!" what. about. that.
Now, I'm seventeen. I gained responsibilities instead of pound.
Changes occurred, I can feel it but not specific.
Time always giving me space to think, I like the sense of awareness in every text I read. I like you.
please said, "Move on with me," I'll grab your hand, and answered, "Let's go"
please said, "Move on with me," I'll grab your hand, and answered, "Let's go"
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