I Think I'm Still Figuring Out How

I Like The Idea Of Defying The Convention Of What It Is To Be In Your 40s, Or 50s, Or 60s.

I'm Still A Little Bent, A Little Crooked, But All Things Considered, I Can't Complain.

You Know What's The Worst? Being A 16 Year Old Girl Who Loves A Famous Singer, Not Solely For His Looks, But Because You Truly Believe He Is Talented And Devoted And You Agree Deeply With His Message. Because No Matter How Intelligently And Fully You Can Express That, People Will Assume You're Just A Silly Teenager Who Thinks A Famous Guy Is Cute.

You Instinctively Know That Nothing Will Ever Be The Same, And You Have To Carry That Knowledge Around With You Like A Huge Weight. The Next Time You See Your Girl, You Can’t Look Her Straight In The Eyes The Same Way You Did For All Those Years.

I Was Starting To Come To Grips With The Fact That I Had Created A Lot Of Pain And Suffering Around Me, Not Just Within Me.