I often joke about how I reached full mental maturity at age six, but in truth I did.
My parents have always been astounded by how I understood things without them ever being explained to me.
Or how, I, at the age of 7 was able to hold an intelligent conversation with an adult.
But in all honesty having a mature mind so young sucked.
No one ever listened even if I presented useful information or even tried to make a claim to innocence in a moment when I desperately needed someone to listen.
I was afraid of everything, because I knew too much about how the world worked.
I lost my mental innocence younger that my older siblings.
Aging young sucks because you pray for the day that your body matches your mind, but when that day comes you wish you could go back.
I know too much for my age.
I've held on to too much trauma and forgotten too many good memories.
I wish I hadn't aged young.
(Fun fact; lowkey ruining the mood of the story, but did you know that scientists have found that depression can age you mentally. I've had depression since about age 5. That explains a lot)
