I'm fourteen years old, almost fifteen. I don't know what love is. Honestly I'm young and I don't care. I'm having fun moving around from guy to guy. I like the rush of not caring. I love not caring about letting anyone down. I've been with this guy since December...almost five months. He's really good to me and I like him. He's cool. But I can't help but feel like something's missing.
All my life I've felt like no matter how many guys make me feel , it doesn't affect me in the way I need. I thirst for. I'm thirsting for something and I can't find it.
I have medium long brown hair. I have boring big brown eyes.
I'm short and I've always looked younger then my actual age. People say it's a blessing but I hate it. Why must I be the oldest but look the youngest all the time? Why can't I be the oldest AND look it.
I don't know. I just don't.
I got saved when I was young. I definitely meant it. Jesus is my savior. He's real and I know it. I've always known it, deep down.
But I'm still thirsting for something. I'm still thirsty.
