R.I.P. innocence

I was only a child. Everything was good, all my friends was my friends, no backstabbing, no depressive winters. It was only us and a football in the summers, a sled in the winters. But it’s different now. Friends come in different shades, those you know, but don’t really speak to, those you stop up in the streets and talk to, and those you’re almost dependent on. I don’t kick around on a football anymore, I’ll rather chill on the porch. Winters aren’t the symbol of cleansing the nature and giving the children something to play with anymore, it have become the wet season of the year, the season of the year you have to wear 3-4 coats of clothing.

Time have indeed changed. And along with time, the most sadly thing that changed, is the girls. What happened with the sweet innocent girls? The girls that picked flowers in the giant field behind the soccer field have become unrecognizable. Dressing up in short skirts, hiding behind makeup and drinking alcohol like the soda pops they use to drink. I’m kinda sad. Where have all the good girls gone? I would give everything I own just to meet a girl with her innocence intact. An intellectual girl that drink to celebrate, not to get drunk, a girl that’s not perfect in every way. I love flaws, it’s what makes that person that person. Plastic surgeons are the flaw-killers. I hate them all.

I really wish I was 8 years old again. And all the girls had a smile that could warm your heart in a cold winter night. And the innocence would put Mickey Mouse to shame.

I hate the times we’re in, sex is selling, and we’re buying. I’ll survive, but I don’t like it.