We All Grow Up.

Isn't it strange...
how the bad times go so slow and you think you'll never get through them, but the good times seem to end faster than the speed of light? You know, like those times when you are sitting in a room with your friends, and it is completely silent, but you are thinking: life can't get any better than this...

Isn't it strange how you can meet someone and think you will never be friends with them, but then they turn out to be your best friend? Or maybe you have known a person for years, but your perspective of them seems to change completely (whether it is for the better or worse).

Isn't it strange...

...how we all grow up?