“The day the child realizes that all adults are imperfect, he becomes an adolescent; the day he forgives them, he becomes an adult; the day he forgives himself, he becomes wise”

I don't feel so grown up.  Having only a little less than two years of high school left, and I only pretend to be big. In all actuality I feel very, very small. I'm not sure I'm ready to start picking out collages. I don't even know what I want to be when I grow up.

I mean, I still beg my mother to take me out for ice cream. And I have cried over split milk. Sometimes I look at my science equations and think 'hmm..I"m too young for this', when it's really only the beginning. I still wish I was a princess. I love to play tag..and hide-and-go seek. Oh...and stuffed animals :) Like my pillow pet :) I wont grow up.


Am I old enough to love someone? I ask myself that a lot. Have I loved, or was it my silly fifteen year old brain telling me I love someone? There is no way to tell really. Love is a grown up word that I have used. But I'm not a grown up.
Impossibru ;)