I believe the sun should never set upon an argument
I believe we place our happiness in other people's hands
I believe that junk food tastes so good because it's bad for you
I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do
I believe that beauty magazines promote low self esteem
I believe I'm loved when I'm completely by myself alone
In the Winter of 1999, as I was preparing to get to college, I was a regular run-of-the-mill rebellious teenager, convinced I was unique, that I alone held the keys to life, the universe and everything else, while my parents fumbled in the dark. They could never identify with the “new” world. Their advice felt archaic, shackled to a conservative past that couldn’t possibly sync with the rapid pace the “modern world” was evolving at. Every suggestion they offered seemed wrong, every boundary they set was an affront to my budding independence. I was certain they didn’t understand me, and worse, they never could.