I am so selfish. I am so lazy. I knew things were wrong, I knew that it was not right, that they were not alright, but I did nothing. I continued living, hopping from boulder to boulder, skimming over the surface of life. I did this until a part of me grew up and opened her eyes. The process was gradual, although it seemed sudden at the end. I don't know when I really began to realize how innocent I truly was, innocent of the people around me and of their attitudes towards me. I had never really known or understood that life can hurt, or that the world is a great and terrible place to be alive in. I had never known that life, just plain old living, could actually hurt and pain me. I had known that people could hurt you, but life!? I know that all this is just a part of growing up and this is just part of being a teenager in today's world and blah, blah, blah. But I wish I didn't have anything to do with it.