I'm confused at how fast everything is changing. I don't know why things are turning out this way. I realized the other day that if we did trades rather than using money that we'd really know what's of value to us.
I wonder what's of real value to me. I know that i have a letter, a shirt, and a stuffed animal sitting in a mailed package by my bed. That's something that's of value to me. It was the first thing that made me really think of death. I've never been scared of anything as much as i was then.
Time for growing up is now.
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