who gives a sh.

I remember the day we moved out of 73 Fox Hollow, the home I had since my 4th grade up until the 12th. We were throwing away our furniture when i discovered all these cave writings underneath my desk. I have some recollection of my furniture vandalism days, but not to the full extent.

I just stared at those writings thinking to myself, What the f was I thinking? One that quoted the renowned tupac 'Life goes on' & 'betta dayz' ...

ahaha I wonder what prompted me to do such idiotic things during my adolescence.

It seems like only yesterday when we'd spend our days riding our scooters around Woodbridge, trying to bum off rides off of Jorge, watching movies at the one dollar theatre, and trying to gather every change we had to make $5 for house parties... I honestly don't remember doing much, but whatever we did, it would last the whole day and I would always come back home wanting to repeat today tomorrow. I look back and those were the best days of my life. Spending time with my girls and taking the infamous wink-and-stick-tongue out webcam pictures. We were constantly updating our xanga, changing its layouts, writing smack on those we hated. Damn, those were the days, foolish, but those were the days.
Those were the days when school was easy, people were great, and time was always on our side. We did nothing, but we always felt like we've accomplished everything.

Go home. Get some sleep. Wake up. Start all over again. I miss it, and I'd give a leg an an arm to go back to it for one day.

But now, we're growing older. The people who were there to do the stupid things we've done before are preoccupied by school or work-or both. Lately, I realize how drastically we've changed from how we used to be. We're more responsible, more focused, we're.. more grown-up.

I talk to Anh about this all the time. And we always come to the conclusion: We're boring. We're not as fun as we used to be.

Could this be true? Do people grow boring and live their lives more as a routine as they grow older?

The truth is some what scary to me. I knew we were all going to grow up eventually, but something in the back of my mind made me half expect to live in Neverland for the rest of my life. We never experience being old until our youth is just about to run out. I just need one day, one hour, to relive 13. When I didn't give a shit.