10/31/09
I wrote this several years ago. I was quite immature then--even more than I am now--and I suppose I wrote it to reject those who act rashly, consider violence fun, and think too childishly. However, at the same time, I ended up creating something just as violent and ignorant. One of my friends read it then, when I first wrote it, and I recall being unable to stop smiling after she complimented me ("Wow, you really wrote this?")--I've changed it a little since then. I couldn't apply many changes, though, because I didn't want to alter the rhythm (or in this case, the two awkwardly different rhythms) or rewrite entire lines, because those options would deviate from the fundamentals more than I would like. I write so much differently now than I did then, and about other things. Seeing the disparity saddens me a little, but that's just a part of life.

Getting older.

Growing up.