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I think growing up is really hard. I mean, really grow up, instead of just going through the motions. Cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping, ironing. Kids can do all that too, but it's different when you're an adult. I realy want to figure out what it is that allows one to go from one state to the next. I'm pretty sure that I'm still a kid, even though I like to tell other people that I'm an adult. It's strange. As a kid, you tend to really trust everybody because you don't know better. As a teenager, you learn about how bad some people can be. Does it mean then that to be an adult to learn to trust people despite the fact that you know that a lot of them are bad? Maybe to really grow up it's to let people into a personal inner world, welcome them despite the dangers of mistreatement and heart break. I wonder. I think I still have a lot of growing up to do


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