ather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.-Robert Herrick
Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer.
Matt: Hey Jenna. What are — Why are you here?
Jenna: Matty I told you. Something really weird is happening.
Jenna: Yesterday was my 13th birthday and then…
Jenna: And then I woke up and I’m this… And you — I mean you’re that! You get it?
Matt: Are you high? You been smoking dope? Doing X? Falling into a K-hole?