I just grew up. Just now.
It’s terrible; it’s everything all the children say it is.
It’s lonely, it’s boring, it’s cyclical, it’s repetitive.
And the worst part is that I was powerless to stop it.
I dug in my heels
And was dragged by my hair,
And still was pulled towards it despite my struggles.
It hurts when it happens, too.
I look back and realize that everything I was is gone
And everything I am is who I said I’d never be
Someone; help; please…
Prove to me that the world is still a beautiful place.