And so, I'm eternally an angst ridden teenager. When I'm 86 and lying on my death bed, I will still have the same battles. I will have my own world of dreams that aren't real, my stupid hobbies, my writing, my lack of sleep and I'll still be the me that I am now. People don't want to grow old because they change. I don't want to because I'm not
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