Since I was born, I have lost all innocence and sense of true simplicity. My mother once read to me, of chicken soup and monsters that miss young boys, I would smile and stare at her as though I were being given a gift. I would drift to sleep, in the hopes that perhaps tomorrow she would read the same stories. I fall asleep now, thinking and worrying. Simplicity has become social networking. Happiness has come from a book and a juice box to sex and what we believe to be love.

Innocence lost, complications gained. These are the best years of our lives.