The teenage years.
The supposedly best years of your life.
Maybe they aren't for some people. Maybe they're the years of endless torture and bullying, of crying yourself to sleep, of suicidal thoughts and drugs, of eating disorders, of being alone, of losing who you are.
Maybe for others they are. Maybe they're the years of popularity, of constantly partying, of having everything you want, of being perfect, of being adored for who you are.
And maybe, for all those in between, they're not the best years, but they're not the worst either.
Maybe for them, these are just moments in life where things happen, be it good or bad.
Maybe for them, these things happen for a reason and they'll never know why, but maybe they're okay with not knowing.
Because for them, these aren't the years that define who you are and where you stand and who you're meant to be with.
For them, these are the years they define who they are and where they stand and who they're meant to be with.
So here's to the kids who are just like them.
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