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Brunnett ; European ; Dare Devil ; Dancer&Soccerplayer; ;
These are the years when we find ourselves and
see past all the bullshit we've been feeding off of
since elementary. These are the years when we
LOSE BESTFRIENDS, LOSE BOYFRIENDS AND GIRLFRIENDS,
or lose our virginity to that sweet guy who said "I
love you." These are the years of experimentation.
we experiment with style, we experiment with drugs,
we experiment with friends and we experiment with
love. These are the years of broken hearts and lies.
GOSSIP AND TEARS, AND WHO FUCKED WHOM AT THAT PARTY.
These are the years of drug overuse and overdose,
where one kid dies and the rest of us pretend to be
shocked. We knew it was coming, and it doesn't even
scare us anymore...that is scary. These are the years
of choice and consequence and what the fuck am I
going to do now? Where do I go from here? These are
THE YEARS OF SCREAMING THAT ONE PERSONS NAME INTO
your tear soaked pillow, or trying hard not to scream
their name during your first orgasm because your
parents are sleeping in the next room. One of these
days during these years one guy will forget to use a
CONDOM AND KNOCK UP SOME GIRL WHILE THEY'RE
wasted. During these years we'll change and grow
and make stupid mistakes. We will fuck up lives, and
get screwed over. We will regret it and will hate
ourselves and then move on. These are the years
of having so much fun you forget your fucking morals
and end up passed out on a random guys bed. These
are the years of trends and conformity and haircuts, we
WILL LOOK AT YEARS FROM NOW, AND WONDER WHAT THE FUCK
we were thinking. These are the years of locked doors
and sleeping until late afternoon. The hours spent on
the phone with friends to gossip and talk shit about
everything that's going wrong. The nights that you lie
to your boyfriend about where you are, where your going,
what your doing and who your with, although you know
ITS WRONG.. YOU SCREW UP AND THE FIGHTING BEGINS. THE
years of frustrated parents and even more frustrated
teens trying to balance school, a job and a break up,
not to mention a social life of friends. These are the
years when breaks ups can break you down and make
you wish you were dead, wondering what the fuck you
did wrong. Can we still be friends? Becomes the enemy
and a girls diary becomes her best friend. The moments
where you think your boyfriends cheating on you, but you
tell yourself that he isn't cause he promised you he would
never break your heart. Only to find out weeks later that
FRIDAY NIGHT ENDED UP BEING MORE THAN 'HANGING
with the guys'. These are the years where hanging in
the park is for drinking, blazing and socializing.. maybe
making out too. While a couple of years ago, the park
was for swinging, jumping around and playing hide and
seek. These are the years that are unclear. The years
of trying to convince your parents to let you go to that party
where everyone will be getting drunk, wasted and fucked
so you cant remember anything the next day, or trying to
GET ENOUGH MONEYSO YOU CAN BUY THAT HUGE BAG OF WEED
you buy every week . These are the best and the worst
years of our lives, but who the hell gives a fuck when
were all in it together. So stop callin girls sluts for
sleeping with someone a few times, chances are you've
done it to, and chances are your gunna do it a bunch
more times. Just let people live there own lives. you have
ACTUALLY FUCKED UP MORE TIMES THAN YOU IMAGINED.
everyone has.