There comes a time in life where you wish upon growing up… there also comes a time in life where you fear upon growing up… and, there’s also a time in life where you deal of being grown.

Each one of them have their own names- at least what i call them; Curiosity, Growing, Acceptance. and other says it’s just called life.

In my opinion Growing’s the most painful one, ’cause i’ve been spending most of my youth deliberately explicating Growing in my own words. The war against misunderstoodment, finding the peace in forlornness, arguing with the person in the mirror on wheter or not i am worthy on surfacing on the living floating planet we’ve become normalised with.

The constant reassurement that there is something absolutely fucked in my brain from the people i hate- which i’ve come to a conclusion, that i love. i don’t know, i don’t know, i don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me… and i can’t bring myself into knowing what the fuck is wrong with me.