I was in a book store tonight,

and one of my friends read off a cover a shocking statistic about friends who last more then ten years. We all laughed, and then another said, "Well, we've lasted seven years."

And then my mind crashed into a hypothetical wall and exploded.

Seven years. Is that really how long its been since I wandered into the huge block of cement called Tottenville High School? Seven Years since I wore Bebe shirts and listened to Good Charlotte. REALLY? When did I get old enough, hang on mature enough, to have seven year long friendships?

And then I went on to think, my new friends are already three years stale. That caught me off guard. Three years is sometimes an eternity. Three years can change your life. My "new friends" have stuck around for there abouts three years now.

I am not grown up enough to start being an adult.