I don’t really understand what happened to me dude. I wasn’t what I am right now. Where’d all the time really go? Where is that small little stupid kid who only cared about making his family laugh? I hate time, I swear if I ever got the opportunity to meet time, I’d kick it so hard for not stopping every once in a while. I hate God, I hate him for not telling that this was the last time I’d be like this so I could savor it all in, one last time. I hate myself for turning into selfish helpless jerk who doesn’t even understand himself and makes it a job for everyone around him just to stick around him.
What happened dude? Where’d he go? I really miss him; I hate puberty yeah now that I sound completely crazy “I hate puberty” why did turn me into a tall helpless loser sack? If only I could tell that idiot to trying to grow as soon as possible because it’s so bad here, if only I knew.
Where did those summer vacations go when all I cared about was playing all day long and not worry that I might get tanned, where’d all those meals go when cared about what’ll I get to eat and not what might me make fat? Where’d all those early mornings go when I used to find excuses to skip school and not find excuses to get to school for it might be the last time.
When did I get so distant to the person who I loved spending time with? When did I become so mean to the mother who couldn’t stand seeing me at even a slight itch. When did my father go from spending to every Sunday with me to finding excuses just to get to talk to me?
As I sit here on my desk drafting this cry for help, I don’t really understand when did it all go wrong? Or did it even go wrong? maybe I have become this new person? Even though I hate that I have matured maybe it’s for the best? Maybe I understood my priorities and set my mind straight? And set it so straight that as soon as I get an opportunity to look back, I guilt myself out of it, or maybe I’m still the same me but I’ve just grown up.
God I hate growing up.