Mature is realizing that my time is not to be wasted unless it’s what I want. Mature is me not losing my mind every time something doesn’t go my way. Mature is me understanding that not every Facetime, call, or text is going to receive an answer. Mature is me accepting that sometimes you’re the only person I want to see…even though I shouldn’t. Mature is me being compliant with my heart from time to time and giving in to what she wants. Mature is me risking face in order to satisfy a craving because I know later on I can judge myself in private. Mature is what I know how to be….but why am I the only one who doesn’t get a pass.