I didn't realize growing up meant dying inside. I've straightened out my thoughts and sorted out my future plan roughly. My childhood and I are unparalleled lines. After intersecting, one heads for the past, and the other heads for the future. ' I didn't realize growing up meant dying inside.' , I read this post on tumblr the other day, which can't relate to me too much. But hey, it' s whatever. Dying inside makes me born again.