Stale

Old friendships can be comforting, and loving, and glad. Starting college I really appreciated being around my high school friends. They know me.

But right now I would prefer not to be known.

Because what they know is that

~I am immature

~That boys are my favorite topic of conservation

~That I liked someone who would never like me back

~What I have messed up

~What bothers me

~That I always argue

~That I can be mocked

I would like to bloom. I want to spread my wings

I want to have the ability to struggle, without my past blunders dragging me down.

Just let me be someone new. Let me be grown. I want to be respected and loved, not ridiculed and poked at. Look at me with new eyes, because right now I am tired of being seen as a foolish girl. I have made life choices that prove me to be a women.

Let me be.

This elegant contradiction of a person.