Do we really grow up? At times I just feel like I’m the same person I was ten or fifteen years ago…
After a certain point, it seems that all we are trying to do is to fit in the next mould. Uncomfortably. It’s like you were given a piece of clothing that barely fits you, but everyone says otherwise and they think it looks right on you. You doubt it for a little while but you go…alright, and you just end up going along with it…