What’s it like to not have to be mature so early?To not be everyone’s tree to lean against for support? What’s it like to never have to stand between too people in perfect neutrality in fear of them tearing one another apart? What’s it like to not be omnipotent of everyone’s emotions all of the time, all of their problems weighing you down like large sandbags? What’s it like to never have someone call you in a panic, venting their pains without worry for how it could effect you. What’s it like to not think how the other could feel from you’re unwarned emotional sewage? What’s it like to profit from my maturity? What’s it like to have none yourself?
