I’m 20 years old and I still consider myself a child. In all honesty I would not have it any other way. If you haven’t guessed I’m scared of the world. It’s only natural, considering I look at my family and I’ve noticed other families, it doesn’t look like they have much fun. Considering what they look forward to is the next upcoming pay check just to ration it out between the bills or to meet up with coworkers at the bar so they can have a drink and talk about how shitty their day was. I know its inevitable that I have to grow up but until then I’m going to hold on to what society deems immature just so I can hold on to that innocents that people loose coming into age of adult hood. So call me immature or call me a child but just know I’ll be smiling back and I’ll be taking that as a compliment.
“In the haze of infatuation, you tend to lie to your self just so you can hold on to that sense of security a little longer. But once everything clears, can you say there was anything there at all?”—Ronski