You know, I'm still in my teens (coming up on 19), but I already am starting to feel the distance between myself and the passionate, enraged high school me. God, I used to write and write and write...and think that every idea I came up with was the most beautiful, or painful thing ever to grace a page. I'm fairly happy now, but I really miss that passion, even if it was painful a lot of the time.
It's kinda funny, because I've been watching this special on TLC called Teen Species, that talks about all the hormonal rage that happens in our bodies, and the rewiring of the brain that happens during the adolescent years. Somehow, it seems so cold to blame all of those powerful emotions just on that though.