Growing up might be exciting for some of you. That feeling of power and inescapable freedom that intoxicates the mind, that utter joy you feel when there's no one stopping you from completing that dare. It's...all right in a way, I guess.
But for people like me, you see, growing up is an abominable affair; like several hundred horror movies playing on repeat all at once.
Because for us, the stages of this inescapable reality goes like this.
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Being Me
Short StoryThere is a girl who battles her own self. All because of her insecurities. There is a girl who gets into pointless fights with her parents. All because of growing up. There is a girl who fails to see her flair. All because of herself. This girl is...
