Years of life:
Year one, somehow crying and sleeping always
Year two, “hmm, I wonder what I can harm myself with here”
Year three, “I’m not eating that, that’s disgusting”
Year four, everyone else has cooties
Year five, “what’s that?”
Year six, “Hey did you know that ______?”
Years seven-ten, happy and oblivious
Year eleven, beginning question how okay the world is
Year twelve, “I have to become cool”
Year thirteen, “wait… that wasn’t there before”
Year fourteen, Green Day
Years fifteen and sixteen, “Why do we even exist?”
Year seventeen, saving the existence questions for later
Year eighteen, “Cool I’m in college now”
Year nineteen, “Why did I do this?”
Years twenty-twenty nine, trying to reassure yourself that you’ll be fine
Years thirty- thirty nine, “Okay it’s not quite as horrible now”
Year fourty, getting the good ol’ existence questions back out
Year fourty one-fourty five, trying to block out the existence questions
Years fourty six-fourty nine, questioning the question blocking
Years fifty-fifty four, giving at least a little effort into answering those questions (sometimes too much effort)
Years fifty five-fifty nine, “I’m not that old”
Years sixty-eighty, “Now I’m old”