I remember being a kid. Not having to worry about your social life. Not having to worry about dating. Not having to worry about your relationship with your parents or getting a job. You could stay out and play on the street but when those street lights come on you better be home. Thinking life was so unfair because you couldn't go to the park that day. It was all simple. Now, I'm 17 year old Lindsey who worries about coming out to my parents and when my next anxiety attack will happen and if they will even be there to support me when I have no where to go. Sometimes I wish I was a kid again... *DISCLAIMER* this story does contain trigger warnings throughout the chapters. Please if you are easily offended or are sensitive to self harm, and suicidal thoughts please consider reading another story. Thank you and enjoy!
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