I wonder at eighteen what is expected of us.Yes,mature.Think like an adult.Fast-paced.Be considerate.Think for yourself (what's the trade off?) .

Yet eighteen can be dangerous.Ambitious.Intrepid.Do more than you can,maybe.The desire gnawing at you,to outgrow spawned by e-i-g-h-t-e-e-n.Poring over far-fetched issues albeit that you are still yards away.Future maybe.Thus,losing your foothold.

Does eighteen means you shed the boisterous teen image and erect a composed,understanding,intelluctual image like some young Victorian woman.So ya ya.

And does eighteen and the consecutive years means living up to expectations.Your own and others.Hoarding the inner you?Challenging you to keep up and salvage what you may be at risk of losing?

To change,yes.Yet the conflicting thing is,if you want to sustain the 'impression' of your lovely dearest, so how do you change?

One day an answer will be unravelled.