It's been years since I started coming here and writing my shit out. I'm 26 yo now. it's been 11 years. Pretty much time. I still don't know what I meant with this blog. Guess I kinda created it as a diary. But I like to think someone will find my writings and do something useful with it. Well, it's 3:05h in the morning. It's Wednesday 23th. I'm a grown up. At least I think I am.
When I was a teen I used to dream more than face reality. it was the way I found to hide from my fears and problems. I just listened to my fav songs and pretended that the world was totally different from what it was. Dreaming was beautiful but life showed me where my feet should stay -right in the ground. And how much dust you can find there. The transition from teen to grown up is hard and it maybe never ends. What separates growns from teens? what separates teens from children? I used to think about how my life would be whenever I was a grown woman. I found out we don't change much from puberty. Some people can get really old and feel like a forever teenager with his first steps into the adult life. Some people never grow. That's how I feel sometimes. Like I'm small in a giant world. A baby trying to learn her first steps and trying not to fall and get hurt. Life can be so cruel...
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