Sunday, 8 June 2008
04:54:08 AM (GMT)
I've just now realized that I'm speeding through life.
Is this wrong?
I mean, if I think about it, I realize that mentally, I'm not really a kid anymore.
I can't remember when I was still a kid in my mind.
I'm twelve. Don't most people start seeing the world differently later on in life?
I think I'm going too fast.
Personally, I want to go back to when I was a little kid, when I didn't understand
anything, and I didn't have to worry about anything.
Now, so early in life, I've been thrown into the real world, full of labels and
stupid people and well... Reality.
I don't like this world very much.
I want to go back to my little dreamworld, full of beauty and pretty flowers and
freedom and perfection.
I find it hard to go back there now.
I usually take it lightly when people say "You're only eleven?!" Or something.
Now I'm kind of seeing what they're saying.
I am only eleven. But I feel so mature, mentally.
I feel wrong.
I'm not a serious person, but when I sit down to think, I wonder how I can have such
a mature mind and still manage to lie and joke around, just like a kid.
I'm not a kid anymore, but I still want to be a kid.
I'm so confused.