My apologies, if I come across as cynical/I can be a little analytical/Through the whistling wind/Combing,weaving through the trees/The leaves are reacquainted with the roots/ But only after they fall to the ground/ On the way down/ What is expected?/ Hope is protected/ Love is perfected/ All is well.
One month left in my membership for being a teenager. But on the bright side, one year left until 21.
It’s strange shifting from one ‘group’ to another, but I don’t think it’ll feel much different. I’m glad it’s a slow process and nothing major changes all of a sudden. Actually think I should welcome change right about now. Almost two decades old. *young. You can buy all the anti aging products in the world but you can’t fool mother nature. I want to enjoy each and every day, cliche as it sounds, it’s the truth. I’m nearing the edge of teen-dom and I feel like I was just getting used to it. My twenties will surely be filled with more adventures and yada yada yada. Definitely ready for this. I hope. Somewhere between insanity and the land of unicorns, -me.
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