These are the days

These are the years when we find ourselves, and see past all the bullshit we’ve been feeding off of since middle school.
These are the years when we lose best friends, lose boy friends and girl friends, or lose our virginity to that guy who wrote
us the love song.These are the years where we have to ignore the rumors about being a dyke or a queer, and try even harder
to ignore the stares in the hall when we know full well that it’s true. These are the years of experimentation.
We experiment with style, we experiment with drugs, we experiment with sex, and we experiment with love.
These are the years of broken hearts and lies, gossip and tears, and who fucked whom at that party.
These are the years of drug overuse and overdose, where one kid dies and the rest of us pretend to be shocked.
We knew it was coming, and it doesn’t even scare us anymore. That’s scary. These are the years of choice and consequence,
and "What the fuck am I going to do now?""Where do I go from here?" These are the years of screaming that one person’s name
into your tear soaked pillow, or trying hard not to scream their name during your first orgasm, because your parents are
sleeping in the next room. One of these days during these years, one guy will forget to use a condom and knock up some girl
while they're both wasted.During these years we’ll change and grow and make stupid mistakes. We’ll fuck up lives and get
fucked on trampolines and twin sized beds.We’ll regret it and we’ll hate ourselves and we’ll move on.
These are the years of having so much fun you forget your fucking morals, and end up passed out on
a guy’s bed with your panties ripped off and blood on the sheets. These are the years of trends and
conformity and haircuts we’ll look at years from now and wonder what the fuck we were thinking.These are the years of
locked doors and sleeping until late afternoon.The years of frustrated parents and even more frustrated teens
trying to balance school, a job and a break up. These are the years when said breaks ups can break you down
and make you wish you were dead, wondering what the fuck you did wrong. "Can we still be friends?"
becomes the enemy, and a girl’s diary becomes her best friend. These are the years of trying to convince
your parentsto let you go to the party,
or trying to get enough money to go to that concert, so you can scream at the top of your lungs,
surrounded by every confused teen that is just like you. These are the best and the worst years of our lives
and we’re all in it so lets do it together and quit being so fucking degrading towards eachother