It’s funny that I am reminded, by my birthday coming up, of my age. What is funny is that I always forget how young I am, people think I am older and I do too but I’m not, it’s just that I am more mature mentally. Everyday I am surrounded by immature idiots at my school who are actually older than me and I think that I am older because even I am more mature but I’m not older. I forget that in a way I am still a kid, but in some ways I am an adult. I am growing up on the outside but I don’t know how much more I can grow up on the inside. I’m not saying that I grew up too fast because of anybody but I know that I did grow up early/fast. Thank goodness because I could be one of the idiots I am talking about but luckily I am not, I am quite the opposite even though I can have my moments. It is really hard for me to be around these people who are immature because I expect them to not be that because I am not but I forget that they had different circumstances, they didn’t have to grow up as fast and if they did they really don’t show it. It’s not always a bad thing, it does give me an advantage in life but sometimes I don’t remember what it was like to be a kid, I forgot over the years, I know that physically I am not an adult but in a way I mentally am. Sometimes I do wish I could have that memory of being a kid but then I remember that my mom did, and is doing, her best and I don’t blame her at all, I thank her for preparing me for the world outside of the house. So yes, my mental age is probably 21 (a mature 21-year-old) but I am still a kid and I forget that so when that is how people treat me I get mad but the truth is that I am not totally ready to be out on my own, I am still a kid and sometimes I just need to be reminded of my real age.
