these are the years when we find ourselves and see past all the bullshit we’ve been feeding off of since middle school. these are the years when we lose best friends, lose boyfriends and girlfriends or lose our virginity to that sweet guy who said i love you. these are the years of experimentation. we experiment with style, we experiment with drugs, we experiment with friends and we experiment with love. these are the years of broken hearts and lies. gossip and tears and who fucked whom at that party. these are the years of drug overuse and overdose, where one kid dies and the rest of us pretend to be shocked. we knew it was coming, and it doesn’t even scare us anymore…that is scary. these are the years of choice and consequence and what the fuck am I going to do now? where do I go from here? these are the years of screaming that one persons name into your tear soaked pillow, or trying hard not to scream their name during your first orgasm because your parents are sleeping in the next room. one of these days during these years one guy will forget to use a condom and knock up some girl while they’re both wasted. during these years we’ll change and grow and make stupid mistakes. we will fuck up lives, and get screwed over. we will regret it and will hate ourselves and then move on. these are the years of having so much fun you forget your fucking morals and end up passed out on a guys bed. these are the years of trends and conformity and haircuts, we will look at years from now and wonder what the fuck we were thinking. these are the years of locked doors and sleeping until late afternoon. the hours spent on the phone with friends to gossip and talk shit about everything that’s going wrong. the nights that you lie to your boyfriend about where you are, where your going, what your doing and who your with, although you know its wrong.. you screw up and the fighting begins. the years of frustrated parents and even more frustrated teens trying to balance school, a job and a break up.
these are the years when breaks ups can break you down and make you wish you were dead, wondering what the fuck you did wrong. can we still be friends? becomes the enemy and a girls diary becomes her best friend. the moments where you think your boyfriends cheating on you, but you tell yourself that he isn’t cause he promised you he would never break your heart.only to find out weeks later that friday night ended up being more than ‘hanging out with the guys’. these are the years where hanging in the park is for drinking, blazing and socializing.. maybe making out too. while a couple of years ago, the park was for swinging, jumping around and playing hide and seek. these are the years that are unclear. the years of trying to convince your parents to let you go to that party where everyone will be getting drunk, wasted and fucked so you cant remember anything the next day, or trying to get enough money so you can buy that huge bag of weed you buy every week . these are the best and the worst years of our lives, but who the hell gives a fuck when were all in it together. so stop calling girls sluts for sleeping with someone a few times, chances are you’ve done it too, and chances are your gonna do it a bunch more times. just let people live there own lives.. you fucked up more then you can imagine. Everyone has.”