The age where some things make sense all at once, some still don't. The caught-in-between age where you're still young for certain stuff, to know certain stuff, but expected to be old enough to do/ know certain stuff.

The age in which you're supposed to be mature to a certain extent, but still having a hint of rebellion, saying whatever we think, without caring about the person's feelings.

I tend to be a little socially inept around adults, cos of the behavioural obligations that come with adulthood. The things to say, not to say, the way you act. The fear of saying the wrong thing unintentionally.

It's too damn troublesome to socialise in this way.

Guess I've lots to learn.