You

Growing up seems to go slow. You're having fun with your parents, playing outside and watching the clouds go by, then you're having your first break-up crying, wondering why, how, could this happen to you? Wondering why, how, it could hurt this bad? Then you're graduating high school, memories are bittersweet. It seems like you always say bye to the people you just meet. Off to college you go, seeing new faces, heading to new places. The world is an erratic mess, but all the while, it is making you complex.