Sometimes the truth hurts and sometimes you got to grow some balls and stop ignoring reality.
I've decided that growing up sucks ...I want to live in Neverland forever with peter pan and forget about responsibilities ugh even saying that word makes me want to throw up.
But, everyone ends up growing up ...
One of my worst fears is that when I'm older I'll be ashamed of who I am when I was younger. That I'll look down upon myself with embarrassment and be like "OMG how childish could I get ... thank god I'm not like that now".
I don't ever want to grow up, I just want to stay young forever but as I say this I know I'm getting older by the second. In a few years, I don't know if I'd still not care about the disapproving looks I'll get from others as I dance around the streets, twirling on my toes, bobbing to music, through my earphones. Or if I'd stop poking my tongue out at strangers that stop and stare when they catch me talking to myself... (Don't you criticise I needed expert advice and who better than myself).
Will I in a few years still think I give expert advice or will I bow down to society's judgements?
Will I even remember who I was or who I am?
Honestly, I really don't know ... so I've started this diary or journal, whatever you call it, to write down my life; anything and everything through thick and thin....
Through the tears, laughter, my self-consciousness, the idiotic things I somehow get into and hopefully the friends I make ... I'll write them down right where not only my future self can judge but everyone else with it ...
- A hopeful girl
