You people are really frustrating me

I find it fascinating how many different levels of maturity there are between people of the same age.

When I first happened upon this diary, I thought I was reading the words of a fourteen year old, or younger. Meanwhile, I have also come across diaries of fourteen year olds who I thought to be 17, or older.

How interesting.

No one ever calls me immature! If you want to know why I act the way I do, it’s because I don’t want to tell you people EVERY thing that goes on in my life. My maturity is nothing to be questioned. I have been told by more people than I care to list that I act like I’m 21. So if you care to call me some kind of immature little brat, then why don’t you just leave? I don’t appreciate it.

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Janet Morris

I'm from Huntsville, Alabama. I've got as many college credits as a doctorate candidate, and the GPA of some of them, too. I have a boss by the name of Amy Pond. She's a dachshund. My parents both grew up in Alabama.