I’ve always wanted to grow up, Only in the way that I thought it meant we finally would be treated as we should, we would finally find our forever friends and in the way that it would all look like the picture in our heads, the one we’ve revised a million times. And that one day, with warm hearts and arms around us we would finally be happy. But as I grow up, life happened and at times i grasped harder to the photo in my head because i knew it was just fiction. As I’ve grown up I have been hurt harder and more often. And the only thing really different is the lack of excuses. When you’re younger you can blame being naive and immature, and now I have to wonder is the world fucked up or am I?