I don't drink a lot. My family calls me an old soul. And my friends call me a pussy.
It is not hoary hairs that bring wisdom; some have an old head on young shoulders.
Some men are called sagacious, merely on account of their avarice; whereas a child can clench its fist the moment it is born.
I felt wise and cynical as all hell.
My power of speech, unimpeachable. Only 19 but my mind is older.
I was never, ever the ingenue. The young, innocent lead was just not me.
Ripe in wisdom was he, but patient, and simple, and childlike.
It was so rare to find someone who was both so young and so wise, both so fresh and so jaded.
I remember being wise beyond my years when I was little.
I've always been old at heart.
Tracy, the leader of the CDH group, looks at me with eyes that seem to belong to someone three times her age. It's something beyond wisdom, all the way to insanity and back. It's like her eyes are scarred from all the things she's seen.
