Eighth grade... oh eight grade. You're really something aren't you. You're mean, you're nice, you're happy, you're sad, and you're so very overwhelming. Why are you so overwhelming? Nobody was ever ready for that but it was still a hit in the face because now you have to grow up. Fast you have to grow up fast because in the blink of an eye you'll be what little kid's want to be, A high Schooler. It's hard but you push threw the best you can because that's how you'll make it.
You can't be the weird kid because you'll be bullied but you can't be the popular kid because you'll be hated. There's no where for anyone to be happy so you make the best of it.
You stick with the one's you know you should stick with because those are the one's that will keep you going in all else.
It's hard but you'll make it. It's hard but you'll make it. It's hard but you'll make it. I could wake up in the morning and say that in the mirror a thousand time's and I wouldn't believe it until I made it. That's the problem though, you see what if you're just not strong enough to push threw the hard part?
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GROWTH YEARS
Kısa Hikaye"Hey what do you wanna be when you grow up?" "I wanna be me when I was little." "Why?" "Because she happy."
