we've all pictured our teenage years based off films we watched as children. we wanted to be the popular ones, the ones with the nicest clothes and the greatest friendships and the perfect other. you cant deny it. you know you would watch a moviesuch as high school musical and fantisize your life just like gariella--guilty here.
but even if you hadnt tried to put yourself in someone else's shoes, you still always pictured a bright future. one where you're full of life and have everything planned out for you. it wasn't your fault or my fault or anyone else's because we were just kids, using the closest thing to magic we had: our imagination. it was something we all just did.
but now, somewhere from 5-10 years later from all of your fantasies, we've grown up. we are currently living in the era of time that we have all been waiting for, the age others tell us that we would find ourselves. plenty and plenty of people have or will at this point. and kudos for them, but what about us--the ones who are still searching and searching? thats the only the we can do. search. search until we have all found the pot of gold at the end of our rainbow.
sometimes i like to lay on my bed at night and stare off blankly into the darkness and think, would my 8 year old self be proud of the choices i have made? or the memories i have create? or the path i am walking in? i have done things, some extremely bad and just some mediocre, and those memories of me allowing myself to get involved in such trouble drowns me.
i've been walked on, used and forgotten and i don't regret one moment of it because in those moments, i have learned a lot. i have learned who i can trust and who i cannot. i have learned the meaning of friendship. i have learned how to tell whether people are lying and when they are sincere. i have learned how to be a teenager, and how to grow up when i need to. i have been to hell and back a few times, just like everyone else at some points in their lives, and i try not to take what i do have for granted.
so, my answer is yes. i do think that my 8 year old self would be proud of me. not my decisions or mistake; those things do not create who you are.
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teen apocalypse
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