"L is for the way you look at me. O is for..."

huh. love.

well, for understandings sake, it's kind of like communism.

no, listen for a minute. it will make sense.

So communism on paper, pure communism, sounds AWESOME, great. But once implemented, it doesn't work. One person is greedy and wants all the power. They step on the weak and poor, making everything fall apart.

Well, love on paper sounds awesome. Finally, someone who gives a damn and isn't afraid to show it. Whatever. But once the grace period is over, everything falls apart. Someone stops caring as much. Someone decides to give a little less. Someone gets hurt.

Young love is the worst. Not only does the grace period end, but it ends faster, harder, rougher. Everybody is all awkward. No one knows how to break a heart.

But think about it. If someone steps on your toes, it hurts and you get mad. But if it happens over and over again, you'll learn from it and move your toes the next time.

a whole lot of nothing.

hum.

growing old is hard because....

Well, when my teenage angst hit and all was pessimistic and gross, I was just an unexpecting, innocent freshman. The lethargy creeped into my routine, my parents turned all that more irritating and unbearable. My hopes and dreams, my grades for that matter, began to sssllllooowwwly slip through my metaphoric hands. It was a sad and clique day.

haha.

but really. the hard part about growing up is growing up. it just sucks, growing old and have responsibility. But even more than that is the painful and hard realization that all along you were wrong. All those long talks with your crusty grandparents about how you should live it up and enjoy the youth while it lasts, suddenly make sense. No person of my age would DARE admit to being wrong about how they live their lives. We are all about the rebellion and confusion. We bask in our ignorance.

I mean, why listen to someone who has lived this before?

noooooo. Please don't do anything logical poor little teenager.

I must admit myself, until about 2 min. ago, was that person. I was NEVER wrong about anything. I was the guru of all things about life. Forget the fact that I'm only 16. I knew EVERYTHING. But you just have to slap yourself over the face with the book of wake-up calls and just say one thing...

I know just about everything about being 16. And that is just a whole lot of nothing.