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i just wanted to be a teenager.
          	that’s it.
          	nothing poetic about it—
          	just a kid
          	in sneakers
          	and scraped-up knees,
          	not checking my pulse
          	every time the world got quiet.
          	
          	i didn’t ask
          	to carry the silence of two lifetimes
          	on my back
          	before i even turned sixteen.
          	
          	i wanted to care about dumb things.
          	like if he texted back.
          	or what dress to wear.
          	or if my math grade
          	would kill me.
          	
          	but instead—
          	i was counting pills,
          	counting hours,
          	counting people who stopped calling.
          	
          	i wanted to go to a party.
          	just one.
          	get glitter in my hair,
          	lose my voice singing songs i hate,
          	stumble home
          	with stories
          	and a smile i didn’t fake.
          	
          	i wanted friends
          	not questions.
          	laughter,
          	not alarms.
          	
          	i wanted freedom,
          	not fire.
          	not this pressure
          	in my chest
          	like i might combust
          	if i speak too loud.
          	
          	i just—
          	i just wanted to live.
          	
          	not survive.
          	not endure.
          	not explain
          	why i look fine
          	but feel like a ticking bomb
          	with no timer.
          	
          	i grew up too fast.
          	not in a cute,
          	“she’s so mature for her age”
          	kind of way—
          	but in a
          	“i didn’t get the chance to slow down”
          	kind of way.
          	in a
          	“i blinked and forgot what childhood tasted like”
          	kind of way.
          	
          	and now—
          	i’m here.
          	teenager.
          	on paper.
          	but not in my bones.
          	
          	because my bones
          	are tired.
          	my smile
          	knows too many exits.
          	my heart
          	doesn’t trust quiet rooms anymore.
          	
          	i try.
          	god—
          	i try.
          	
          	to laugh when they laugh.
          	to play along.
          	to show up.
          	to blend in.
          	to be the version of me
          	that doesn’t ache so loudly.
          	
          	but it slips.
          	
          	normal
          	slips through me
          	like sunlight through shattered glass—
          	warm,
          	but never mine to hold.
          	
          	i just wanted
          	to be
          	a teenager.
          	
          	but i was handed
          	a war
          	and told to survive it
          	with a backpack.

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kjss3es4y0u

this message may be offensive
i just wanted to be a teenager.
          that’s it.
          nothing poetic about it—
          just a kid
          in sneakers
          and scraped-up knees,
          not checking my pulse
          every time the world got quiet.
          
          i didn’t ask
          to carry the silence of two lifetimes
          on my back
          before i even turned sixteen.
          
          i wanted to care about dumb things.
          like if he texted back.
          or what dress to wear.
          or if my math grade
          would kill me.
          
          but instead—
          i was counting pills,
          counting hours,
          counting people who stopped calling.
          
          i wanted to go to a party.
          just one.
          get glitter in my hair,
          lose my voice singing songs i hate,
          stumble home
          with stories
          and a smile i didn’t fake.
          
          i wanted friends
          not questions.
          laughter,
          not alarms.
          
          i wanted freedom,
          not fire.
          not this pressure
          in my chest
          like i might combust
          if i speak too loud.
          
          i just—
          i just wanted to live.
          
          not survive.
          not endure.
          not explain
          why i look fine
          but feel like a ticking bomb
          with no timer.
          
          i grew up too fast.
          not in a cute,
          “she’s so mature for her age”
          kind of way—
          but in a
          “i didn’t get the chance to slow down”
          kind of way.
          in a
          “i blinked and forgot what childhood tasted like”
          kind of way.
          
          and now—
          i’m here.
          teenager.
          on paper.
          but not in my bones.
          
          because my bones
          are tired.
          my smile
          knows too many exits.
          my heart
          doesn’t trust quiet rooms anymore.
          
          i try.
          god—
          i try.
          
          to laugh when they laugh.
          to play along.
          to show up.
          to blend in.
          to be the version of me
          that doesn’t ache so loudly.
          
          but it slips.
          
          normal
          slips through me
          like sunlight through shattered glass—
          warm,
          but never mine to hold.
          
          i just wanted
          to be
          a teenager.
          
          but i was handed
          a war
          and told to survive it
          with a backpack.

kjss3es4y0u

Sooo….back into writing finally guys…i took a LONG break and im so sorry for that, but its summer which means more time for writing!! I have a new book coming out soon, only its not a fanfic! Its a real book written by me and ive gotten a lot better at writing so i hope you guys like this one! Let me know if you all want me to continue with Wallflower! If not then the book will stay up and unfinished unless i have inspo to continue!

kjss3es4y0u

HOLY SHIZZLE! I just realized Wallflower now has 25k reads. OMG thank you so much for everyone that has taken their time to read this book. In all honesty i began writing this a year ago not expecting for it to gain ANY attention but i will say im glad it has. Thank you guys i love yall!