…come things you don’t want. Simply put. Too bad things aren’t like what they used to be. When nothing mattered but hanging out with your friends on the jungle gym. When boys were icky and had cooties. They still do in my opinion. Back when you wished for the police to come get the bad guys and you could be safe again. Now there’s much more to “good” and “bad” people… there are different levels of bad and good.
When can I be surrounded by happiness and laughter?
Not pain and fear.
Have to deal with it… =/