Left to dry

Where to start...I could go through and tell you everything about me and all my imperfections, but instead I think I will just start off with this. I am not a little kid anymore I am not an adult yet. Therefore my brain switches between the two. In nine months I will be "consider" by the USA as an adult, but mentally I'm not one. I try to conform to society(I'm its loyal subject), but its just as hard being yourself. I write to forget and remember. I know it doesn't make much sense its hard to explain. Currently I have a cold so I cant sing. Well I can it just hurts and sounds like shit so I won't. I think Thats what I will leave you guys with.