peoples blog help me out with these posts, i quite like this one.

I just borrowed it for now.

Remember when we were little and the only thing we worried about was how much time we were going to get to play after school? And when we got hurt we had our moms to give us a kiss better and then we just kept playing. We were convinced the opposite sex had cooties and the extent of our homework was reading and colouring. We played house and our dreams had no limits.

Life was so much easier then.

Now that we've grown up, the thing that gets hurt the most is our hearts and our mom's can only do so much to mend them because sometimes no matter how much reassurance we get, it still doesn't feel like everything's going to be ok. We used to be scared of the dark and it seems now we're scared of everything and a night light doesn't always calm our fears. We've learned the opposite sex doesn't really have cooties (well most of them), and now we can hardly stay away from them. Our homework is stories high and it consumes our time. There's no more playing house, we live in our own house with bills and everything.

What happened to our dreams? When did we lose site of the lives we used to imagine? We've all become such broken and fragile things. Afraid to make a decision in case it's the wrong one. Afraid to put ourselves out there in fear someone won't love us for the person we've become. Most of our hearts are still aching from the last time we got hurt and we're protecting them cause we've learned how easily they can shatter.