growing up is strange.
I want to be mature, I can tell I am growing up as a mature , reserved yet lind person. Certain people help me.form into this. I have my main friends, whom to which I let my creativity and opinions spill out onto the floor for them to examine and to truly be myself around. I have the people who ar just their for a good time, the dreamers, the stoners, the jokers and the stylists, who all come to me for their own critique and overall letting looseness, the people who you enjoy as themselves. There are the ones who are passionate, who fuel my thoughts and channel my energy and lead me into the darkness to find the secrets of the things nobody likes to talk about but us. What category do I fit into? That's the exciting part.
