It's weird how much people change. For example when I was a kid I loved a lot of things. And over time all of them just fell away, one after another, replaced by friends and laptops and cellphones and boys and clothes. It's kind of sad if you think about it. Like there's no continuity in people at all. Like something ruptures when you hit twelve or thirteen or whatever the age is when you're no longer a kid but a "young adult". And after that you're a totally different person. Maybe even a less happy person. Maybe even a worse one.
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