Sometimes I wonder why I wanted to grow up. Because growing up is sucky. We all wished we could fly to never land, and never get older. My birthday is coming up, and I wished it wasn't. I don't want to grow up, I already hate the world. I know I'll hate it more when I'm forced to live in it.
I sit at my house all day, everyday. Being afraid. If there is a car near our house, I'm back inside, doors locked, having a panic attack. I know, I'm weak. But I'm scared of people. You guys don't know me personally, you don't know my Drug addicted father. Or my over worked mother. You only know what I tell you. And I don't tell you everything, and you don't know.
I just don't want to grow up.
