I have matured physically, yes, but not mentally. I feel like an idiot compared to my sister, who is 12, but already can write like an adult, and is in a gifted program. I still cry and throw tantrums, unlike her, who never shows unnessecary displays of emotions. She says mature things, such as, "Just because you don't like Justin Beiber's music doesn't mean he's a bad person," and "It's important to follow social rules so you look kind and presentable." I wish I was like that. Instead, I'm an over-emotional freak who's only calm is medical shows. (Sorry if I'm complaining; this post should be in the Haven.)