Searching for cartharsis

I wonder how we get from the cute little kids that we used to be.... to the partiers, the workaholics, the drunks that we are today. Straying isn't the word, because everyone goes off into different directions anyway; but it's close. I have this random memory of someone back in the 8th grade telling me to stay the same person that I was. I wish a lot of people are the people they were back in 8th grade. That is, without the awkward teenage angst. And tremendous fear of girls. Although that last one is still partially true.

Yet another pointless post, huh? Least this one isn't stuck in draft mode like all the other ones are.

So uhhhhh....
Cake or death? What about death by cake? Death by this cake?

Oh...we're all out of cake. Sorry.