The Beauty of Youth

The Beauty of Youth

My last few posts were some of my more melancholy emotions shining through.  Recently, I've been rediscovering myself.  That's odd to say being eighteen years of age and all but the truth is, I've gone through it a lot. 

I was sitting outside with my guy friend and girl friend and he said something about this woman passing by.  And out loud I said "Yeah. You're right.  That's scary"

He quickly got defensive.  But I've realized lately, he's pretty fake.  Not to be mean to him but when I first met the guy, he acted like everything a girl could want.  That was back in 2007.  I'm becoming someone who has decided that if you have something to say, say it to the persons face.  And he's someone who has decided if you have something to say, say to everyone but that person and hope that they eventually learn of the hate you have for them. 

I've always tried to be mature about these things.  The thing is, I"m tired of always having to play grown up.  Tired of trying to make sure everyone gets along and everyone's pleased.  I'm still in my teens for crying out loud. 

We all have our flaws and have to live with each other.  And the thing is, I'm going to enjoy being young while i have the chance.  That's just how I am.

No more worrying about who comes in and out of my life.  No more worry about the insignificant things that get said.

None of it matters until I find what it is I need to grasp onto.