Growth

All the while I thought that we can only grow up once. I mean, it is supposed to be a transition and what makes it so significant is that we will eventually peel our old self away and become better, stronger, and all the other great things which comes along to empower us the ability to cope with new found responsibility.

However, I was deeply mistaken. For somethings, don't happen just once.

It makes me sick. I lost my appetite. I wish I could reach out to a force much greater than myself to get this over and done with. It is not like something I can put aside and get on with life. Telling myself that I have dealt with it once doesn't make this experience any easier. The whole shit is, I can't even approach the culprit and speak face to face.

And here is what I'm gonna say.

I know I've once pluck your other brother last year. But mind you, that asshole had been a pain in my gum. That odd fuck got some stupid growth problem and its clashing into my other molars.

Back off Wisdom Molar II, or you shall join your brother in the sink!