you know you've grown up when Christmas is more of a pain in
the butt than something to get excited over.
It seems i have grown up. I remember when i first started
in the witty world, i was so happy, like all the time. Now i am a
bit more, me, l guess. I am not afraid to be myself on this
website, its not like people will judge.
But you must learn that the real world will knock you out, cold.
Anyways, thanks guys, especially Steve. I will be forever grateful for the brilliant idea of wittyprofiles.
And always remember that you are far bigger than anything that the world can ever put you through.
RAIN_013.
But you must learn that the real world will knock you out, cold.
Anyways, thanks guys, especially Steve. I will be forever grateful for the brilliant idea of wittyprofiles.
And always remember that you are far bigger than anything that the world can ever put you through.
RAIN_013.
I JUST PASSED MY ROAD
TEST.
I AM GETTING TOO OLD.
I´M NOT READY FOR THIS KIND OF LIFE EVENT YET.
I AM STILL LIKE THREE.
ONLY BIG PEOPLE DRIVE.
WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME.
PLEASE MAKE IT STOP.
RESPONSIBILITIES.
WHAT I´M NOT READY FOR THIS.
MOMMY HELP.
I AM GETTING TOO OLD.
I´M NOT READY FOR THIS KIND OF LIFE EVENT YET.
I AM STILL LIKE THREE.
ONLY BIG PEOPLE DRIVE.
WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME.
PLEASE MAKE IT STOP.
RESPONSIBILITIES.
WHAT I´M NOT READY FOR THIS.
MOMMY HELP.
"But maybe snow is just angels flicking ashes from their
cigarettes down to earth,
and the days we spend home from school playing in powdered crystals
will leave us coughing up smoke when we turn 16.
and the light pink dress your mother used to make you wear will turn red where it hits your hips and kisses the tips of your wrists,
and your mother will ask you why there’s blood on all your clothing
and you’ll pretend like you haven’t been doing drugs in the bathroom at school and crying so much.
and one of these days I’ll scream at you to kiss me, and you’ll do it
and we’ll both burn into the ground and watch our bones melt into nothing
because we are nothing,br> even though we’ve got ourselves convinced that we’re the world.
but at least your lips are against mine.
and you don’t always feel it at first, but when you feel it oh god
you feel it.
and liquor seems like a good idea
until it’s not.
and you’ll get better at feeling sorry for yourself and bandaging cuts.
and you’ll get better at finding the stars under your skin, and learning to breathe again.
and you’ll lose your f*cking mind
but you’ll find it.
again,
and again,
and again.
and I’m terrified of growing up,
and leaving behind chapped lips
and peach tasting kisses
and fireworks
and headaches
and eyes filled with oceans pouring down your face and flooding your mouth,
but I would go anywhere with you."
and the days we spend home from school playing in powdered crystals
will leave us coughing up smoke when we turn 16.
and the light pink dress your mother used to make you wear will turn red where it hits your hips and kisses the tips of your wrists,
and your mother will ask you why there’s blood on all your clothing
and you’ll pretend like you haven’t been doing drugs in the bathroom at school and crying so much.
and one of these days I’ll scream at you to kiss me, and you’ll do it
and we’ll both burn into the ground and watch our bones melt into nothing
because we are nothing,br> even though we’ve got ourselves convinced that we’re the world.
but at least your lips are against mine.
and you don’t always feel it at first, but when you feel it oh god
you feel it.
and liquor seems like a good idea
until it’s not.
and you’ll get better at feeling sorry for yourself and bandaging cuts.
and you’ll get better at finding the stars under your skin, and learning to breathe again.
and you’ll lose your f*cking mind
but you’ll find it.
again,
and again,
and again.
and I’m terrified of growing up,
and leaving behind chapped lips
and peach tasting kisses
and fireworks
and headaches
and eyes filled with oceans pouring down your face and flooding your mouth,
but I would go anywhere with you."
There once was a girl who was
happy..then she grew up.
But, my dear, This is not wonderland
and you are not Alice.
Is
there really a second
chance? I mean, is
it possible to
start over? It obviously
doesn’t
just happen overnight. You
don’t
forget, and there will always
be something that
reminds you of what
happened before?
I mean yes you
can change your hair,
your entire
wardrobe, where you go
to school, the people you
talk to, what you
do, and how
you act, but is it
really a new start? Is it
a new chance at life?
Person-
What
happened
to you?
Me - I grew up!
Me - I grew up!
We all wanted to grow up so fast,
and then when we were grown
our only wish was to be young again...
and then when we were grown
our only wish was to be young again...
