La Revolución

Tired.
Bored.
Lost.
Scared.
They never said she would feel all theses things. All they spoke of was the good moments, the sunshine, the parties, the people. But, actually, they forgot the rest. Maybe eventually she will too. But right now the light on the horizon is far away, and every day she runs faster, but it doesn´t get any closer...it seems to taunt her, just out of reach, just around the corner, around the next...no, maybe, maybe the next.

And the worst thing is feeling angry. Angry at herself for not being stronger, for not partying more, for not enjoying more. It is slipping through her fingers, and all she does is count the days until she gets on that plane, off, and into her mothers arms. ´

Growing up is not fun, no matter what people say.