Reading kaizley's journal

Remember the time , a while ago now when life was fun and care free and all that mattered was what as there. There were no complicated plot lines, everything was fed to you in black and white. There were only toys, parents and the occasional monster in the closet, all concocted by the imagination. The biggest worries were nap time and bath time. Things you never used to want, but now they are things you can't live without. Just one more hour of sleep and a nice hot bath to relax.

A young mind is yet to be corrupted by the horrific world around them. They are safe in their world of pre-school, day care and day time tv. Their only concept of the outside world that they obtain is that of which they make up. Games that are often entitiled "mothers and fathers" or "doctors" or "school". They imitate what they have observed from the few people and scenarios they have come across.

Now if one was to make up one of these games, it would have something to do with something that is often not experiences. Whatever. I kno thye wouldn't have anything to do with hospital check ups, school exams and most of all.. MARRIAGE (hehe).

When was that transition from care free, energetic, imaginative, daring, unafraid, undetered. hen did I change to up tight, angsty, depressive, drug abusive, rebelious and stressed out?

"I'm free to say whatever I, whatever I like if it's wrong or right, it's alright."