balding, skinny, and single.
15 year-old me would be disgusted at the prospect
that this would be the case 5 years on.
he would also not be fond to know
that my happiness has not hit 5% annual growth each year,
in fact i’ve had days that would have once put me away.
but 15 year-old me was a clueless fuckwit.
i’m so proud that i’ve missed his expectations
become a person he couldn’t dream of
and tasted friendships sweeter than any American candy he could get his hands on.
the fact that i’m writing this is a testament to what i couldn’t do,
and even though i’ve grown so much
it’s only because i’ve grown closer
to the inner child that was inside of him.