“The fact is lollipops turn into cigarettes, the innocent ones turn into sluts. Undies turn into thongs, and homework turns into recyclables in the trash. Cell phones turn into electronics hidden in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka, bikes become cars, kisses turns into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection means wearing a helmet? When the worst thing you can get from boys was cooties? Remember when your mom was your best friend? Your biggest enemies were your siblings. race issues were about who ran the fastest and the only drug you knew was cough medicine. When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The most pain you ever felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes meant till tomorrow. We couldn’t wait to grow up, but I would give anything to go back.”—(via frenchles)
The truth is, I'm one of those few people who actually care when I ask "What's wrong?". The only problem is that usually I have no idea what to say afterwards or how to make it better. I try not to use phrases like "That sucks" or "I'm sorry", but I still can never find the right words to say. But I promise, I'll always listen. I guess that's all I can do.