Super rough draft

You’re stuck in-between childish freedom and suddenly being too cool.

Why is it so hard to be yourself?

Why is it is so easy to tear others down?

All emotions bubble to the top and nothing seems to calm them down.

It won’t always be that way.

Listen to me, baby bunny, because hindsight is always 20/20, and presently you’re blind to all you have to offer.

Thirteen is just another year, and they only get better from here.