i'm not a girl, not yet a woman

i wonder if there's a moment in time when the realization hits, or if it's just something that's gradually accepted as a truth, but you realize at one point or another that you are not special. you're nothing but another number on this highly populated planet. i'm not bothered by it, that's just the way it is. what saddens me, what i grieve for, is the child in me that once believed i was capable of anything, that i was special, and that my future had monumental and majestic things in store for me. i am mourning the loss of innocence.

oh, le sadness!