Nice subject, say whaaat?
So every once in a while, when people wouldn’t understand, I email my self. A list of problems and whatever happening that moment.
I’ve been doing this since I was 12 years old. Freaking alay 12 years old. I would rant on and on and on and on about my crush sitting on my chair. Oh the simplicity of childhood. I think that was my first bites of puberty,
Whatever happened at the moment back then must be horrifying because I wrote a poem:
Oh hormones,You rhyme with nothing,Though you cause much problemsin my already stinking lifeYou give me all the dandruff you have,all the pimples,give me a headache,after thinking about the stupidest topic everBOYSGee hormones..I’m reluctant to grow up,because of YOU
like whaaat? That doesn’t even qualify as a poem, but looking back, it’s just amazing how now I’m here, the other side of puberty, seeing the other side on the topic of boys, seeing the other side on a lot of things. Though my old self was right about her(my?) reluctance, It all just get darker, and more interesting as time flies. Oh well. life.
Oh, and I’m having a hard time with this html thing. bear with me.