growing-pains

Boys annoyed her. Girls annoyed her. She should have been a cat.

For the first time in my life, I actually wished that everyone was the same. And I despised myself for my "differentness" or "uniqueness" as an individual. In the world there are lots of social groups people can fit into, and I've spent time roaming in and out of a few and being kicked out of many. Now I stand on the outside and look in. Wondering where is my place. Coming to a conclusion, I have no place.

After months of separation her friends still catalyzed her thoughts and challenged her opinions and wrangled with her emotions, and she was relieved to see that they still slid into the familiar patterns, the comfortable ruts of long-established personalities. It was nice but it also worried her. Could there be room for growth? How could you change around the people that knew you best, who knew you backwards and forwards and knew you so well that they defined themselves by you and you by them? How could you possibly evolve, like really evolve and become a whole person all on your own, when your own makeup was inextricably intertwined with someone else__ perception of themselves?

Katie soon learned there was a problem with hope.

The phrase __oys will be boys,_ reflects that a male child is expected to be unpredictable and occasionally troublesome.

Alone, alone. I am alone _ I ache _ Yet for the first time, despite all the anguish and the reality problems, I__ here. I feel tranquil, whole, ADULT.

If it doesn't agree with your spirit let it go.

you have outgrown this skin.stop trying to hold it in.stop trying to hold it together.let yourself break.

Kids these days," Dragos said quietly. "They grow up so fast." "Supersonic fast," Pia said just as quietly.

Buttercup dried her tears and began to smile. She took a deep breath, heaved a sigh. It was all part of growing up. You got these little quick passions, you blinked, and they were gone. You forgave faults, found perfection, fell madly; then the next day the sun came up and it was over. Chalk it up to experience, old girl, and get on with the morning.