Psst..

Min nya bäbis. Skall ta bild på hela familjen nån dag så får ni se resten av min kära samling. Vi har jätteroligt tillsammans nu när solen också är med.

Maria

Idag har jag fått superlim på fingrarna. Vet ni när man får superlim på fingrarna. Det känns jättekonstigt. Vaknade också idag och kände mej konstig. Något fattas och det känns bra.

Maria

The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and Mom was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And we couldn’t wait to grow up?