Growing up never stops, therefore it is impossible not to reflect on the past as we get closer to the end.
As writers, we wonder whether what we create will ever reach the audience we pictured. I think most writers feel this way at one time or another.
Those who are important, and close to you have the potential to disappoint you the most.
Childhood can only be defined as something full of questions and absolute raw emotion. It is far from easy, and the very thing that fuels our fears.
I like to believe there will be a moment where everything seems to fall into place, but I would be naive to assume it would come in my early twenties. So, I will continue to write about its arrival.
It is far easier to get lost inside the system than we'd like to believe. What's even harder, is finding the strength to admit that you are a part of something broken; accepting this truth is an entirely different feat.