Things are changing.

We're growing up and I don't want it.
I want the experiences and fuckups.
The one night stands and wasted nights.
But I don't want to ever forget about the people who make me smile.
...and I know I will.
It scares the shit out of me that I've only got two years left.
Two years to make it or break it.
Two years to do whatever the fuck I need to do.
Two years to fall in and out of love.

We're going to lose more people.
There will be more funerals.
Some of which we may sit in the front row of.

There will be days where we wake up and won't know what we did.
We will cry.
We will freak out.
We will buy pregnancy tests.

Guys will dump us.
We will dump them.
We will cry again and realize that we don't know what love is.

And then we will grow up.
And things will get more tragic.
And things will hurt worse.
And we will cry more.
Our parents will die.
We will get pregnant.
We will have car accidents.
We will fall in love.
And then back out.
We will remember.
And then forget.
We will make life altering decisions.

We will live.
And then we'll die.

Fuck.