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.
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.