Thirty Eight
The teenage years are so awkward.
One day adults are telling me I'm too young to have an opinion on politics. The next day they're telling me I'm too old to be so ignorant about the world.
One day they're telling me I'm too young to know what I want to do with my life. The next day they're telling me I'm too old not to have future dreams.
One day they're telling me I'm too young to be making decisions for myself. The next day they're telling me I'm too old to be so dependent.
Teenage years are this strange battle between being too young to be an adult and too old to be a child, and it just leaves me feeling so confused and helpless.
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