They told me to.

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If I were to meet myself in the street as the old me (that is, the twelve-year-old that was so black-wash it isn't funny), I'd friggin jump myself. I'm so white-wash. I didn't really notice until now. I tried not to know. Self-denial...AAAAGhhh. I'd look at my white-wash self and laugh. I'd point at that poor misdirected filipina and shake my head in disappointment. I'd also notice how fat she is. So sad.

I now find myself saying words like "rad" and fidning punk rock guys hotter than the rappers I used to obsess over. I used to have this big fat crush on DMX. Now I have a big fat crush on these Emo singers whom I've never seen before, an attraction only based on the words that they sing. I find myself wanting to play a guitar rather than a set of turntables. I see kids all thugged out and I look away; people I once tried to be. Maybe I'm getting more mature? Maybe this is a sign of growth. Maybe we all are. As we descend. As we grow older. As we make our transitions out of the ages where we no longer have bedtimes and curfews. When we can drink freely and smoke whatever the fuck we feel like. Call this a graduation from the old self.

I have a migraine and I'm going to sleep. Goodnight!