Tick tock, tick tock.

It's strange to realise that I'm only two years older than fourteen... I think of fourteen year olds as being so young, but remembering when I was that old, I was struggling with self harm and things were still the same as what I face now... While fourteen seems such a young age, interacting with those I know to be fourteen shows me that I simply am getting confused with the mindset of more a 11 or 12 year old. Time is strange, it lends confusion to the past, and distorts memories, something I don't like... I want to hold on to the memories, be able to remember things exactly. The past is important to me, and while I don't want to be stuck in it, I don't want to let it go either...