In Conflict With You

"I will like to _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ too but imagine the agony and pain my family has to go through after that."

I could not help but admit there is this vast difference in maturity between Luke and I. Here I am being so childishly stupid thinking that that is the best way to solve all the problems in life and there he is, unveiling the truth behind my foolish comtemplations.

That's just how different a Year 3 thinks. I wonder when I can achieve such a sound mind, one that can put me through nice brain activity, one that can propel me forward when things do not sail my way, one that is well-developed enough to keep my woes and sorrows, joy and happiness in. Seriously, I do not wish for it to come too late, neither do I wish for it to come now. I still want to have some childish fun, I still want to give myself some time to play the fool, I still want to be a little of myself even if it means a tinny winny bit of the original me.

Don't push me too front forward but don't pull me back too much as well. I am in conflict with You.