The one moment you were runnin' in your yard, luckily - without any doubts. A sparkling, fresh and moist yard. You feel the wetness under your feet. It's from the water sprader.
The next moment you're so frustrated 'cause there seem like no one care about your emotional life - except your parents. But you don't want them to care. Because they are your parents.
Before I went to school there was a kid I met nearly every single day, my neighbor. We did nearly everything together. Then we went to school, losing 6 hours play time a day! + homework. Still we played a lot together, escpecially in the weekends, "unfortunately" we met other folks at the school and spent time with them.
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Now - 10 years after, I'm sitting all alone at my dorm thinking of the past and the future. The present is something where I'm mentally not living in. Seems like everyone else does something meaningful, when I'm sitting here mostly listening to music, sometimes does homework. Where'd my life go? I cannot remember the last time I had a "Wow, I live!"-moment. I need it. It's one of my strange urges.
I know that saying good-bye to childhood and youth is a part of being a man, an adult, but that shouldn't mean your life must be changed to boredom and nothing but serious actions.
~ Anarchy, Bohems & Gothers \m/ ~
-- Sincerely Mr. Unstable --
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