QOTD

I think it was when my parents got separated, about 4 years ago. That's when I realized that I can't really depend solely on them. It was a pretty rough separation and it affected every aspect of my life. From academics down to relationships with people. After that, I couldn't really trust guys as much as I did before. And I found it hard to picture myself married and having a family. Pretty harsh, I know. But I guess it was good too since I learned how to be more independent after. My parents still aren't talking as of today. They pretty much avoid each other. It's crazy, but I got used to it after a while. Hmmmm..That's about it.

I'd say things became pretty real for me when my father died. I didn't think it was possible to lose a parent at such a young age...or at least that what I chose to believe.

Cosmo!
I think my epiphany came when I was 9 years old and my parents separated for a time. I realized that things would be different for everyone in my family and of course i was devastated by it. Thankfully they were able to work things out and we were reunited as a family. They will celebrate their 47th wedding anniversary on Dec. 4th!

Hmmm.. I lost my innocence probably when I was 6. I learned that all the BS stories that parents made up ..like sant anad etc. I leardned that wasn't real when I caught my parents wrapping my gifts. I realized that not everything your padres tell you is true and it is all made up. Also around this time, I got made fun of constantly! The kids at my school always used to call me names like shamu..and stuff like that .>.< It was horrible and I had no friends either ( most of the "friends" i had were just backstabbers) So I learned that not everyone is nice, they can put u down and some people just can't be trusted...

hmm thats a hard one I would probably have to say when I lived back up in Ny and I caught my mom putting presents under the tree with my name on it. Other then that my parents never dealt with the whole bullshit fairytale/fantasy factor. They always let me know what was real and what was not which in a sense sucked but hey life is fucked up hahaha.

COSMO!

I lost my innocence back in Feburary.

I am not going to pretend I didn't think things would magically work out back when I stopped believing in Santa and God. Because I still thought I could trick the world with some trick psychology. But it didn't work. Now, I officially hate everyone and everything.

:-)

I think I was starting to realise at about the age of 4, because my parents were always argueing, and everything was in pieces, so most of the time I was left on my own to play or whatever, so I had plenty of time to think about things and really I grew up to quick for my own good. So I kinda only felt like I could only trust myself. And then the next time I got really down was wen my dad had got ill a few years back now, and I was the last to know it was serious and I was super depressed because I couldn't do anything about it, but I couldn't speak to anyone cus I didn't want them to know how much it really hurt cus it really did hit me hard, but cus I was bullied a lot I thought people would think I was stupid. But my mum really did her best to handle everything and I love her so much for looking after me and my sisters and brother, cus if she didn't I dont know what I'd do. :') I LOVE YOU MUM!!!

Aw, that's my monkey! I have nightmares about the day he loses his innocence.

I don't really know. I mean, I already knew Santa wasn't real and such like before my mum outed it all, but I still wanted to believe because it was what I'd grown up with.
I think this year has been the big loss of innocence. This year, in fact less than three months ago, I learnt that a hug can't fix everything. I spent three days crying because I couldn't do anything about my nan's future, and I desperately wanted to. I learnt about how there was no such thing as growing old gracefully. This year my nan's health deteriorated very quickly. She was the woman who had brought me up alongside my parents and had been there when they weren't. And she hated being the person having to be looked after.
It kills me the fact that I was helpless when she told me she wished God would just take her. And when I hugged her I thought it would all go away. Obviously it didn't, since three days later she passed away.
And I haven't been able to tell anyone how much I hated myself for it. Despite the fact I know there was nothing I could ever have done.
And I'm gonna be stop now, because I can't see what I'm typing.

I think I lose a little bit of it every day.

DAMN that's emo! LOL