It's human
nature
to romanticise
the
past,
degrade
the
present,
and
create
ridiculous
expectations
for
the
future. I
don't remember how hard depression is, even though I
might still have a few scars. I forget, when I give a
freshman a hug and tell her everything will be okay, that once
our positions were reversed. It slips my mind that once
upon a time, I was the kid who was too loud and too passionate
and too obvious and just too much. When I laugh at twelve and
thirteen year olds desperate to grow up, it's as if I was
never one of them when I most certainly was. And as I sit
here, choosing cars and apartments and universities and jobs,
saying things like "God,
I wish
I could
be a
kid
again," you have to understand that I no
longer remember the darker parts of being young and foolish.
///////////////////// Because this little girl grew
up.
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