Complaining

Dear You Know Who, "Growing up can be a pain..." - New Edition Complaining already, I know, bad ain't it? Let's get it out of the way. I'm sorry I haven't written you before now, sorry things got a little out of hand. (Someone snuck a peek in my diary and well, how goes that story!) Back to the topic at hand. I hate growing up. There are so many decisions to make. Say no to drugs, practice safe sex, don't drink and drive, so forth and so on. What more can be said? When I began to write, I was full of ideas. I have a lot of questions in the back of my mind, but it seems that I can't find anyone to answer them. (Maybe, I can't find anyone to give me the answers I want.) I want to sit down and talk to someone. (I mean really talk, not just listen.) Maybe, you're the only person that I want to talk to. Later, Mary