Growing older is difficult.
When I was younger, I thought I knew myself but I apparently had a lot to learn.
I guess I could have just changed.
Different circumstances molding me and changing me.
This way of thinking could just be a way of making me feel not so lost.
Making myself believe that I did know myself.
That I've just changed.
I thought I was a sentimental girl.
And I am but to a certain extent.
Only with my friends and family.
The ones I care about and love.
I just suck at dealing with emotions.
Emotional walls and selective memory have become my sword and shield.
They help me fight and protect myself.
I don't like to talk about them.
I don't like it.
It makes me uncomfortable.
Bothered.
Flushed.
Growing up is hard.
