Wednesday, March 10, 2010

When you grow up, your heart dies.

I tend to resist posting/forwarding/reading things like this, because I feel they're too generic and cliche most of the time (and I'm sooo original and unique blah blah barf)
but right now, I simply cannot help it.

"When you grow up your best friends become your worst enemies. Lollipops turn into cigarettes, the innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Cellphones are used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Underwear turns into thongs. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet not a condom? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? When you thought babies were left on your doorstep? When dad’s shoulders were the highest place on Earth and mom was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings, and race issues were about who ran the fastest? War was only a card game, the only drug you knew was cough medicine, and wearing a skirt didn’t make you a whore? The only thing that could hurt you was skinned knees and goodbye only meant until tomorrow? The only drama you knew of was Romeo and Juliet? The only thing you could cheat in was a game, and players were for sports not relationships? The only way we could change was with our clothes and not ourselves. Yet, we absolutely could not wait to grow up. And now growing up is our worst fear."

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