That Awquard Adolescent Zone
- Charis Crawford
- Oct 17, 2015
- 1 min read
Well, where to start?
I guess people consider me as going through "that year 10 stage", where you're not quite emo, but you're not quite Goth; you have multiple piercings that would make your Grandma sob, crazy coloured hair that would make future employers shake their heads in horror, and listening to Slipknot and My Chemical Romance on loop until you're sick of the high pitch squeal of "when i was a young boy my father took me into the city, to see a marching band."
In other words, I'm in the 'awkward adolescent zone" where you've surpassed the stage of cutting heads off Barbie dolls and circling them around the cauldron (sadly, yes I did do this). But you're still miles away from student loan payoffs, being ID, and hoping your boss will give a promotion.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, I'm still trying to find my own two feet. In years to come, will I still be dying my hair green, opening my closet to 50 shades of black and burying my head in Edgar Allen Poe?
Well, I guess we'll have to see....​
