I'm 19 I should be having fun. What happened to my vibrant personality. What happened to being alive. What happened to living in every moment.
Enough with the heartbreak. Enough with the depression. Enough with the overthinking. Enough with the brooding. Enough with the angst.
A lot of shit comes with being a Teenager. But there's a lot of joy too.
It's high time I start going after that.
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'19' Last Days Of Being a Teenager |Memoir
Non-FictionNotes on Coming Of Age and stuff.