God Loves u g l y

I remember when I was too naive to understand life and its complications. Or maybe I just didn't care enough to. I'm sixteen now, and its hard to think that I know the world. I know it so well now. Its as if life's a whole new ray of colors, now filled with grays and blacks. No more summer yellow, or crystal blue. I've taught myself that life is not a cherry pie. Sex isn't beautiful anymore, neither is love. I don't think I know a single human who is happy with themeslves and their life. Neither am I. I live in this neurotic place where I can't trust a single fucking person. Like I said, I've only lived 16 years and I think I've learned most life's lessons. Its scary to understand the world, and life, and death. I'm no longer familiar with childhood innocence. I can't be protected from the ugly, I have to face it head on. Maybe thats just the facts of growing up? Idk. I'm going to miss happiness, thats for sure.